He was sitting on the farther corner of the very beach where the Scarlet Admiral had landed with his men.

It was out there beyond that bend of rock that the wonderful ship had rode, with its gold and silk, its jewelled masts and its glittering board.

Directly opposite to him was the little green path that led up the hill, and above it the very field--Farmer Ede's field! For a long, long time they sat there in silence.

He forgot Charlotte in his interest over his discovery, staring about him and watching how quickly the August afternoon was losing its heat and colour, so that already a little cold autumnal wind was playing about the sand, the colours were being drawn from the sky, and a grey web was slowly pulled across the sea.
"Now," he said cheerfully at last, to Charlotte, "I'll look for the crabs." "I hate crabs," she said.

"I want to go home." "You can't go home," he answered furiously.