"They are very valuable," said Edith. "The farmers coddle them
like children."

Gorey proved a picturesque village with many schooners and boats
of different kinds drawn up on the beach and in every direction
fish nets drying. Above and behind towered the ruined castle of
Orgueil, rising more than three hundred feet sheer from the sea.

Mrs. Thayne sent Roger to find and engage a donkey which Win
mounted without protest, after one glance at the climb before him,
though he insisted on swinging the boxes of luncheon before him on
the little animal's neck. Its owner was dismissed, Roger agreeing
to pull the beast up the hill.

Mont Orgueil forms the crest of a lofty conical rock and looks
down like a grim giant upon the blue waters that stretch away to
the coast of France. Tier after tier the fortifications mount the
cone, crowned at the apex by a flagstaff.

At the castle entrance, gained after a steady climb, a small boy
appeared, sent by the castle keeper to act as guide. He tied the
donkey to an iron post and led the way into the interior.

"This is the oldest part," he began shyly. "They do say this tower
was built by Julius Caesar."

"Gracious, that's some story!" whistled Roger, looking with all
his might.

"I believe it is true," said Mrs. Thayne. "Win, you were reading