"But after a while he got to talking about how he'd been shipwrecked and along about there I saw how it would be easy to switch him off to the shipwrecks that happened around here. When I did that he had plenty to tell me and it was rather interesting too. By and by I said, just quietly, as if I wasn't awfully interested: "'Grandfather, I've heard tell of a ship called the _Anne Arundel_ that was wrecked about here once. Do you know anything of her?' And he said he just guessed he _did_. She came ashore one winter night, along about 1850, in the worst storm they'd ever had on this coast. He was a young man of twenty then and he helped to rescue some of the sailors and passengers. She was a five-masted schooner, an English ship, and she just drove right up on the shore and went to pieces. They didn't get many of her crew off alive, as most of them had been swept overboard in the heavy seas. "But, listen to this. He said that the queer part of it all was that, though her hulk and wreckage lay on the beach for a couple of months or so, and nobody gave it any attention, suddenly, in one week, it all disappeared as clean as if another hurricane had hit it and carried it off. But this wasn't the case, because there had been fine weather for a long stretch. Everybody wondered and wondered what had become of the _Anne Arundel_ but nobody ever found out. It seemed particularly strange because no one, not even beach-combers, would be likely to carry off a whole wreck, bodily, like that." "And he never had a suspicion," cried Doris, "that some one had taken it to build that little cave up the river? How perfectly wonderful, Sally!" "No, but there's something about it that puzzles me a lot," replied Sally. "They took it to fix up that cave, sure enough. But, do you realize, Doris, that it only took a small part of a big vessel like that, to build the cave. What became of all the rest of it? Why was it all taken, when so little of it was needed? What was it used for?" This was as much a puzzle to Doris as to Sally. "I'm sure I can't imagine," she replied. "But one thing's certain. We've got to find out who took it and why, if it takes all summer. By the way! I've got a new idea about why that cave was built. I believe it was for some one who wanted to hide away,--a prisoner escaped from jail, for instance, or some one who was afraid of being put in prison because he'd done something wrong, or it was thought that he had. How about that?" "Then what about the queer piece of writing we found?" demanded Sally. Doris had to admit she could not see where that entered into things. "Well," declared Sally, at length, "I've got a brand new idea about it too. It came from something else Grandfather was telling me last night. If it wasn't pirates it was--_smugglers_!" "Mercy!" cried Doris. "What makes you think so?"