"Roger thrust out his arms of a sudden, with a muttered exclamation, but his hands clutched at air, and in the darkness he caught a green flash of the ancient man's eyes. The warning was very plainly meant for the Yellow Man, but the lad cared little to stay in such an unchancey spot and sprang out of bed. The striking of a light showed the room to be empty, and he flung on his clothes hurriedly. He left a half-crown upon the kitchen table, to pay his night's lodging, and stepped out into the night.
"He had no idea of what hour it might be, but as he drew near Ranger Head, the day began to break, lowering and cold. Out of the gray came stepping two great tall fellows, as though they had risen from the sand. They were dressed in the blue jerseys of common fisher-folk, and touched their caps civilly enough.
"'Morning to you, sir,' said one. 'Where'll you be going so early?'
"'I'm off to have another look at the wreck,' said Roger.
"'Wreck?' said the man. 'I know of no wreck, sir.'
"'It's not possible,' cried Roger, 'that you've not seen the great schooner that went on
