But here Sally interrupted her with an excited cry. "My grandfather!--He surely would know. He was born in 1830, 'cause he's eighty-seven now, and he ought to remember if there was a wreck on this beach when he was thirteen years old or older. He remembers lots about wrecks. I'll ask him." Doris recalled the hearty old sea-captain, Sally's grandfather, whom she had often seen sitting on Sally's own front porch, or down at the Landing. That he could remember many tales of wrecks and storms she did not doubt, and her spirits rose with Sally's. "But you must go about it carefully," she warned. "Don't let him know, at first, that you know much about the _Anne Arundel_, or he'll begin to suspect something and ask questions. I don't see quite how you _are_ going to find out about it without asking him anyway." "You leave that to me!" declared Sally. "Grandfather's great on spinning yarns when he gets going. And he grows so interested about it generally that he doesn't realize afterward whether he's told you a thing or you've asked him about it, 'cause he has so much to tell and gets so excited about it. Oh, I'll find out about the _Anne Arundel_, all right--if there's anything _to_ find out!" They parted that morning filled anew with the spirit of adventure and mystery, stopping no longer to consider the dashed hopes of the earlier day. "I probably shan't get a chance to talk to Grandfather alone before evening," said Sally in parting, "though I'm going to be around most of the afternoon where he is. But I'll surely talk to him tonight when he's smoking on our porch and Mother and Dad are away at the Landing. Then I'll find out what he knows, and let you know tomorrow morning." * * * * * It was a breathless and excited Sally that rowed up to the hotel at an early hour next day. "Did he say anything?" demanded Doris breathlessly, flying down to the sand to meet her. "Come out in the boat," answered Sally, "and I'll tell you all about it. He certainly _did_ say something!" Doris clambered into the boat, and they headed as usual for Slipper Point. "Well?" queried Doris, impatiently, when they were in midstream. "Grandfather was good and ready to talk wrecks with me last night," began Sally, "for there was no one else about to talk to. You know, the pavilion opened for dancing the first time this season, and every one made a bee-line for that. Grandfather never goes down to the Landing at night, so he was left stranded for some one to talk to and was right glad to have me. I began by asking him to tell me something about when he was a young man and how things were around here and how he came to go to sea. It always pleases him to pieces to be asked to tell about those times, so he sailed in and I didn't do a thing but sit and listen, though I've heard most of all that before.