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 not let the Ailouros have the best of it, will you? You'll sail her every day, and you'll take her home now." And he made her do it.

"Joan was dreadfully bothered," said Garth, as they sailed down, "but we did have a wonderful time. And I nearly forgot to show you the treasure."

"That's true," said his father. "Let's see the pirate gold."

"It's not gold," Garth said, digging the sword-hilt out of the picnic-basket, "but it's much interestinger."

"Upon—my—word!" cried Jim, entirely taken aback. He examined the sword eagerly and with much interest.

"It looks to me mightily like an Andrea Ferrara, but I'd like to clean it a bit before I'm sure."

"Do you mean The Sword of Ferrara?" cried Garth. "The one you sing about, Fogger?"

"One like it; he made a great many."

"It might be, of course," said Garth. "I never thought of that. Don't you know how it says about its 'rusting beside the salt sea's marge'? And that's zackly what it was doing."

"I don't think it's that very one, because that