"It is no common stone," she thought. "I believe it is a coin of
silver." But she was in such haste to reach Sir Archie that she
thought she had no time to pick it up.

But again and again it rolled before her feet, and she thought:
"You will go on the faster if you stoop down and pick it up. You
can throw it far away if it is nothing."

She stooped down and picked it up. It was a big silver coin and it
shone white in her hand.

"What is it that you have found in the street, mistress?" asked
Sir Reginald. "It shines so white in the moonlight."

At that moment they were passing one of the great storehouses,
where foreign fisher-folk lodged while they lay at Marstrand.
Before the entrance hung a lantern, which threw a feeble light
upon the street.

"Let us see what you have found, mistress," said Sir Philip,
standing under the light.

Elsalill held up the coin to the lantern, and hardly had she cast
eye upon it when she cried out: "This is Herr Arne's money! I know
it well. This is Herr Arne's money!"

"What's that you say, mistress?" asked Sir Reginald. "What makes
you say it is Herr Arne's money?"

"I know the coin," said Elsalill. "I have often seen it in Herr