Come on across! Will it be out of keeping with your invalid pose if you run ?" Gilling answered that question by lightly vaulting the wall and dropping to the sands beneath.
"I'm not an invalid in my legs, anyhow," he answered, as they began to splash across the pools left by the recently retreated tide.

"By George!--I believe something has happened, too! Look at those people, running out of their cottages!" All along the south quay the fisher-folk, men, women, and children, were crowding eagerly towards the gate of the path by which Bassett Oliver had gone up towards the Keep.

When Copplestone and his companion gained the quay and climbed up its wall they were pouring in at this gate, and swarming up to the woods, all talking at the top of their voices.
Copplestone suddenly recognized Ewbank on the fringe of the crowd and called to him.
"What is it ?" he demanded.

"What's happened ?" Ewbank, a man of leisurely movement, paused and waited for the two young men to come up.

At their approach he took his pipe out of his mouth, and inclined his head towards the Keep.
"They're saying something's been found up there." he replied.