we, Ben?" he added, stirring the soup hopefully.
"The first part of it was a little too exciting," Joan said. "I didn't enjoy it. How's your head, by the way?"
Garth felt it carefully.
"There's rather a bump," he said, "but it feels all right. It was exciting about the sword. Really and truly, didn't you know it was there?"
"Absolutely, I did not," she testified.
"Think of it's being just where I started to dig," Garth mused. "It's wonderful. How do you suppose it got there?"
"That I don't know," Joan replied. "It's evidently been under ground for a long time, and it's an old sword, too. Some explorer or adventurer must have dropped it, though I can't see why he'd want to explore Trasket Rock."
"Like enough it belonged to one o' the Cardiff's crew," Garth proposed.
"Like enough!" Joan agreed.
Twilight began to fall as they finished supper, and here and there lamps shone out on shore from scattered farms. Down the coast a Light seemed to rise quietly from the water. It bloomed palely out of the dusk, like a moon-
