"Yes."
"In that case what better hiding-place could he find for the medal till the day came for him to use it than the bottom of the pool? The first boy who came along could fish it out for him."
Joyously she tossed the disc in the air and juggled with it and three pebbles. Then she caught hold of the shivering Saint-Quentin, very scraggy in his wet tights, and with the other three boys danced round the platform, singing the lay of "The Recovered Medal."
At the end of his breath the captain made the observation that there was a fête at Clisson and that they might very well go there to celebrate their success.
"Let's harness One-eye' Magpie."
Dorothy approved of it.
"Excellent! But One-eyed Magpie's too slow. What about your car, Raoul?"
They hurried back to the Manor. Saint-Quentin went to change his costume. Raoul set his engine going and brought the car out of the garage. While the three boys were getting into it, he went to Dorothy, who had sat down at a little table on the terrace which ran the length of the building.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
She said: