"Very clear to-night, sir."

"Queer, you know, Hargrave, to think that those same old stars have
looked down all these ages; same old stars which looked down on Darius
and his Persians."

He prodded the sand with his walking stick, stuck his cap on one side
(I don't think he cared for his helmet), and peered up to the star-
spangled sky.

"Wonderful country, all this," said the padre; "it may be across this
very Salt Lake that the armies of the ancients fought with sling and
stone and spear; St. Paul may have put in here, he was well acquainted
with these parts--Lemnos and all round about--preaching and teaching
on his travels, you know."

"Talking about Lemnos Island," he went on, "did you notice the series
of peaks which run across it in a line?"

"Yes."

"Well, it was on those promontories that Agamemnon, King of Mycenx,
lit a chain of fire-beacons to announce the taking of Troy to his
Queen, Clytaemnestra, at Argos--"

Here the little priest, as pleased as a school- boy, scratched a rough
sketch map in the sand--

"All the islands round here are full of historical interest, you know;