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  As he spoke, a ray of pale sunshine came wavering out between a gap in the thinning clouds. It was gone almost at once. "Good!" said Dick, looking upwards. "The sun will be out again soon. We can warm ourselves then and get dry- and maybe we can find out what that poor ship is. Oh Julian- I do so hope there was nobody in it. I hope they've all taken to boats and got safely to land."

  The clouds thinned out a little more. The wind stopped roaring and dropped to a steady breeze. The sun shone out again for a longer time, and the children felt its welcome warmth. They all stared at the ship on the rocks. The sun shone on it and lighted it up.

  "There's something queer about it somehow," said Julian, slowly. "Something awfully queer. I've never seen a ship quite like it."

  George was staring at it with a strange look in her eyes. She turned to face the three children, and they were astonished to see the bright gleam in her blue eyes. The girl looked almost too excited to speak.

  "What is it?" asked Julian, catching hold of her hand.

  "Julian- oh Julian- it's my wreck!" she cried, in a high excited voice. "Don't you see what's happened! The storm has lifted the ship up from the bottom of the sea, and has lodged it on those rocks. It's my wreck!"

  The others saw at once that she was right. It was the old wrecked ship! No wonder it looked queer. No wonder it looked so old and dark, and such a strange shape. It was the wreck, lifted high out of its sleeping-place and put on the rocks near by.

  "George! We shall be able to row out and get into the wreck now!" shouted Julian. "We shall be able to explore it from end to end. We may find the boxes of gold. Oh, George!"

  Chapter Seven. BACK TO KIRRIN COTTAGE

  THE four children were so tremendously surprised and excited that for a minute or two they didn't say a word. They just stared at the dark hulk of the old wreck, imagining what they might find. Then Julian clutched George's arm and pressed it tightly.

  "Isn't this wonderful?" he said. "Oh, George, isn't it an extraordinary thing to happen?"

  Still George said nothing, but stared at the wreck, all kinds of thoughts racing through her mind. Then she turned to Julian.

  "If only the wreck is still mine now it's thrown up like this!" she said. "I don't know if wrecks belong to the queen or anyone, like lost treasure does. But after all, the ship did belong to our family. Nobody bothered much about it when it was down under the sea- but do you suppose people will still let me have it for my own now it's thrown up?"

  "Well, don't let's tell anyone!" said Dick.

  "Don't be silly," said George. "One of the fishermen is sure to see it when his ship goes slipping out of the bay. The news will soon be out."

  "Well then, we'd better explore it thoroughly ourselves before anyone else does!" said Dick, eagerly. "No one knows about it yet. Only us. Can't we explore it as soon as the waves go down a bit?"

  "We can't wade out to the rocks, if that's what you mean," said George. "We might get there by boat- but we couldn't possibly risk it now, while the waves are so big. They won't go down today, that's certain. The wind is still too strong."

  "Well, what about tomorrow morning, early?" said Julian. "Before anyone has got to know about it? I bet if only we can get into the ship first, we can find anything there is to find!"

  "Yes, I expect we could," said George. "I told you divers had been down and explored the ship as thoroughly as they could- but of course it is difficult to do that properly under water. We might find something they've missed. Oh, this is like a dream. I can't believe it's true that my old wreck has come up from the bottom of the sea like that!"

  The sun was now properly out, and the children's wet clothes dried in its hot rays. They steamed in the sun, and even Tim's coat sent up a mist too. He didn't seem to like the wreck at all, but growled deeply at it.

  "You are funny, Tim," said George, patting him. "It won't hurt you! What do you think it is?"

  "He probably thinks it's a whale," said Anne with a laugh. "Oh, George- this is the most exciting day of my life! Oh, can't we possibly take the boat and see if we can get to the wreck?"

  "No, we can't," said George. "I only wish we could. But it's quite impossible, Anne. For one thing I don't think the wreck has quite settled down on the rocks yet, and maybe it won't till the tide has gone down. I can see it lifting a little still when an extra big wave comes. It would be dangerous to go into it yet. And for another thing I don't want my boat smashed to bits on the rocks, and us thrown into that wild water! That's what would happen. We must wait till tomorrow. It's a good idea to come early. I expect lots of grown-ups will think it's their business to explore it."

  The children watched the old wreck for a little time longer and then went all round the island again. It was certainly not very large, but it really was exciting, with its rocky little coast, its quiet inlet where their boat was, the ruined castle, the circling jackdaws, and the scampering rabbits everywhere.

  "I do love it," said Anne. "I really do. It's just small enough to feel like an island. Most islands are too big to feel like islands. I mean, Britain is an island, but nobody living on it could possibly know it unless they were told. Now this island really feels like one because wherever you are you can see to the other side of it. I love it."

  George felt very happy. She had often been on her island before, but always alone except for Tim. She had always vowed that she never, never would take anyone there, because it would spoil her island for her. But it hadn't been spoilt. It had made it much nicer. For the first time George began to understand that sharing pleasures doubles their joy.

  "We'll wait till the waves go down a bit then we'll go back home," she said. "I rather think there's some more rain coming, and we'll only get soaked through. We shan't be back till tea-time as it is, because we'll have a long pull against the out-going tide."

  All the children felt a little tired after the excitements of the morning. They said very little as they rowed home. Everyone took turns at rowing except Anne, who was not strong enough with the oars to row against the tide. They looked back at the island as they left it. They couldn't see the wreck because that was on the opposite side, facing the open sea.

  "It's just as well it's there," said Julian. "No one can see it yet. Only when a boat goes out to fish will it be seen. And we shall be there as early as any boat goes out! I vote we get up at dawn."

  "Well, that's pretty early," said George. "Can you wake up? I'm often out at dawn, but you're not used to it."

  "Of course we can wake up," said Julian. "Well- here we are back at the beach again- and I'm jolly glad. My arms are awfully tired and I'm so hungry I could eat a whole larderful of things."

  "Woof," said Tim, quite agreeing.

  "I'll have to take Tim to Alf," said George, jumping out of the boat. "You get the boat in, Julian. I'll join you in a few minutes."

  It wasn't long before all four were sitting down to a good tea. Aunt Fanny had baked new scones for them, and had made a ginger cake with black treacle. It was dark brown and sticky to eat. The children finished it all up and said it was the nicest they had ever tasted.

  "Did you have an exciting day?" asked their aunt.

  "Oh yes!" said Anne, eagerly. "The storm was grand. It threw up…"

  Julian and Dick both kicked her under the table. George couldn't reach her or she would most certainly have kicked her too. Anne stared at the boys angrily, with tears in her eyes.

  "Now what's the matter?" asked Aunt Fanny. "Did somebody kick you, Anne? Well, really, this kicking under the table has got to stop. Poor Anne will be covered with bruises. What did the sea throw up, dear?"

  "It threw up the most enormous waves," said Anne, looking defiantly at the others. She knew they had thought she was going to say that the sea had thrown up the wreck- but they were wrong! They had kicked her for nothing!

  "Sorry for kicking you, Anne," said Julian. "My foot sort of slipped."

  "So did mine," said Dick. "Yes, Aunt Fanny, it was a magnificent sight on th
e island. The waves raced up that little inlet, and we had to take our boat almost up to the top of the low cliff there."

  "I wasn't really afraid of the storm," said Anne. "In fact, I wasn't really as afraid of it as Ti…"

  Everyone knew perfectly well that Anne was going to mention Timothy, and they all interrupted her at once, speaking very loudly. Julian managed to get a kick in again.

  "Oooh!" said Anne.

  "The rabbits were so tame," said Julian, loudly.

  "We watched the cormorants," said Dick, and George joined in too, talking at the same time.

  "The jackdaws made such a noise, they said 'Chack, chack, chack,' all the time."

  "Well, really, you sound like jackdaws yourselves, talking all at once like this!" said Aunt Fanny, with a laugh. "Now, have you all finished? Very well, then, go and wash your sticky hands- yes, George, I know they're sticky, because I made that gingerbread, and you've had three slices! Then you had better go and play quietly in the other room, because it's raining, and you can't go out. But don't disturb your father, George. He's very busy."

  The children went to wash. "Idiot!" said Julian to Anne. "Nearly gave us away twice!"

  "I didn't mean what you thought I meant the first time!" began Anne indignantly.

  George interrupted her.

  "I'd rather you gave the secret of the wreck away than my secret about Tim," she said. "I do think you've got a careless tongue."

  "Yes, I have," said Anne, sorrowfully. "I think I'd better not talk at meal-times any more. I love Tim so much I just can't seem to help wanting to talk about him."

  They all went to play in the other room. Julian turned a table upside down with a crash. "We'll play at wrecks," he said. "This is the wreck. Now we're going to explore it."

  The door flew open and an angry, frowning face looked in. It was George's father!

  "What was that noise?" he said. "George! Did you overturn that table?"

  "I did," said Julian. "I'm sorry, sir. I quite forgot you were working."

  "Any more noise like that and I shall keep you all in bed tomorrow!" said his Uncle Quentin. " Georgina, keep your cousins quiet."

  The door shut and Uncle Quentin went out. The children looked at one another.

  "Your father's awfully fierce, isn't he?" said Julian. "I'm sorry I made that row. I didn't think."

  "We'd better do something really quiet," said George. "Or he'll keep his word- and we'll find ourselves in bed tomorrow just when we want to explore the wreck."

  This was a terrible thought. Anne went to get one of her dolls to play with. She had managed to bring quite a number after all. Julian fetched a book. George took up a beautiful little boat she was carving out of a piece of wood. Dick lay back on a chair and thought of the exciting wreck. The rain poured down steadily, and everyone hoped it would have stopped by the morning.

  "We'll have to be up most awfully early," said Dick, yawning. "What about going to bed in good time tonight? I'm tired with all that rowing."

  In the ordinary way none of the children liked going to bed early- but with such an exciting thing to look forward to, early-bed seemed different that night.

  "It will make the time go quickly," said Anne, putting down her doll. "Shall we go now?"

  "Whatever do you suppose Mother would say if we went just after tea?" said George. "She'd think we were all ill. No, let's go after supper. We'll just say we're tired with rowing- which is perfectly true- and we'll get a good night's sleep, and be ready for our adventure tomorrow morning. And it is an adventure, you know. It isn't many people that have the chance of exploring an old, old wreck like that, which has always been at the bottom of the sea!"

  So, by eight o'clock, all the children were in bed, rather to Aunt Fanny's surprise. Anne fell asleep at once. Julian and Dick were not long- but George lay awake for some time, thinking of her island, her wreck- and, of course, her beloved dog!

  "I must take Tim too," she thought, as she fell asleep. "We can't leave old Tim out of this. He shall share in the adventure too!

  Chapter Eight. EXPLORING THE WRECK

  JULIAN woke first the next morning. He awoke just as the sun was slipping over the horizon in the east, and filling the sky with gold. Julian stared at the ceiling for a moment, and then, in a rush, he remembered all that had happened the day before. He sat up straight in bed and whispered as loudly as he could.

  "Dick! Wake up! We're going to see the wreck! Do wake up!"

  Dick woke and grinned at Julian. A feeling of happiness crept over him. They were going on an adventure. He leapt out of bed and ran quietly to the girls' room. He opened the door. Both the girls were fast asleep, Anne curled up like a dormouse under the sheet.

  Dick shook George and then dug Anne in the back. They awoke and sat up. "Buck up!" whispered Dick. "The sun is just rising. We'll have to hurry."

  George's blue eyes shone as she dressed. Anne skipped about quietly, finding her few clothes- just a bathing suit, jeans and jersey- and rubber shoes for her feet. It wasn't many minutes before they were all ready.

  "Now, not a creak on the stairs- not a cough or a giggle!" warned Julian, as they stood together on the landing. Anne was a dreadful giggler, and had often given secret plans away by her sudden explosive choke. But this time the little girl was as solemn as the others, and as careful. They crept down the stairs and undid the little front door. Not a sound was made. They shut the door quietly and made their way down the garden path to the gate. The gate always creaked, so they climbed over it instead of opening it.

  The sun was now shining brightly, though it was still low in the eastern sky. It felt warm already. The sky was so beautifully blue that Anne couldn't help feeling it had been freshly washed! "It looks just as if it had come back from the laundry," she told the others.

  They squealed with laughter at her. She did say odd things at times. But they knew what she meant. The day had a lovely new feeling about itthe clouds were so pink in the bright blue sky, and the sea looked so smooth and fresh. It was impossible to imagine that it had been so rough the day before.

  George got her boat. Then she went to get Tim, while the boys hauled the boat down to the sea. Alf, the fisher-boy, was surprised to see George so early. He was about to go with his father, fishing. He grinned at George.

  "You going fishing, too?" he said to her. "My, wasn't that a storm yesterday! I thought you'd be caught in it."

  "We were," said George. "Come on, Tim! Come on!"

  Tim was very pleased to see George so early. He capered round her as she ran back to the others, almost tripping her up as she went. He leapt into the boat as soon as he saw it, and stood at the stern, his red tongue out, his tail wagging violently.

  "I wonder his tail keeps on," said Anne, looking at it. "One day, Timothy, you'll wag it right off."

  They set off to the island. It was easy to row now, because the sea was so calm. They came to the island, and rowed around it to the other side.

  And there was the wreck, piled high on some sharp rocks! It had settled down now and did not stir as waves slid under it. It lay a little to one side, and the broken mast, now shorter than before, stuck out at an angle.

  "There she is," said Julian, in excitement. "Poor old wreck! I guess she's a bit more battered now. What a noise she made when she went crashing on to those rocks yesterday!"

  "How do we get to her?" asked Anne, looking at the mass of ugly, sharp rocks all around. But George was not at all dismayed. She knew almost every inch of the coast around her little island. She pulled steadily at the oars and soon came near to the rocks in which the great wreck rested.

  The children looked at the wreck from their boat. It was big, much bigger than they had imagined when they had peered at it from the top of the water. It was encrusted with shellfish of some kind, and strands of brown and green seaweed hung down. It smelt queer. It had great holes in its sides, showing where it had battered against rocks. There were holes in the deck too. Altogether it looked a sad and fo
rlorn old ship- but to the four children it was the most exciting thing in the whole world.

  They rowed to the rocks on which the wreck lay. The tide washed over them. George took a look round.

  "We'll tie our boat up to the wreck itself," she said. "And we'll get on to the deck quite easily by climbing up the side. Look, Julian!- throw this loop of rope over that broken bit of wood there, sticking out from the side."

  Julian did as he was told. The rope tightened and the boat was held in position. Then George clambered up the side of the wreck like a monkey. She was a marvel at climbing. Julian and Dick followed her, but Anne had to be helped up. Soon all four were standing on the slanting deck. It was slippery with seaweed, and the smell was very strong indeed. Anne didn't like it.

  "Well, this was the deck," said George, "and that's where the men got up and down." She pointed to a large hole. They went to it and looked down. The remains of an iron ladder were still there. George looked at it.

  "I think it's still strong enough to hold us," she said. I'll go first. Anyone got a torch? It looks pretty dark down there."

  Julian had a torch. He handed it to George. The children became rather quiet. It was mysterious somehow to look down into the dark inside of the big ship. What would they find? George switched on the torch and then swung herself down the ladder. The others followed.

  The light from the torch showed a very queer sight. The under-parts of the ship were low-ceilinged, made of thick oak. The children had to bend their heads to get about. It seemed as if there were places that might have been cabins, though it was difficult to tell now, for everything was so battered, sea-drenched and seaweedy. The smell was really horrid, though it was mostly of drying seaweed.

  The children slipped about on the seaweed as they went round the inside of the ship. It didn't seem so big inside after all. There was a big hold under the cabins, which the children saw by the light of their torch.