CHAPTER IX.
ENTER THE KING'S POSTMAN.
A faint south wind murmured beneath the eaves.

It died away, and for an hour there was peace on the towans.

Then the sands began to trickle again, and the rushes to whisper and bend away from the sea, toward the high moors over which the gulls had flown yesterday and disappeared.

By-and-by a spit or two of rain came flying out of the black north-west.

The drops fell in the path of the sand, but the sand drove over and covered them, racing faster and faster.
Day rose, and Taffy awoke.