"That means the big cave at the end facing the sea," said the boy.
"The cave that no one has ever got to the end of," said Fiona.
"The cave that's haunted," said the boy.
"But of course it's haunted; it's the ghosts of the Spaniards. Silly of us not to have guessed."
Fiona had a hazy recollection of things her father used to say.
"I expect the haunting is thousands of years older than the Spaniards," she said. "Urchin, are you afraid of ghosts?"
"Not a bit," said the Urchin stoutly. "They would be splendid to throw stones at. It wouldn't hurt them."
"Come on then, let's go," said the girl. "There's lots of daylight."
"None of the people here will go into it, you know," said the Urchin.
"I know," said Fiona. "All the more reason for going on our own. There might really be something there, if no one ever goes to take it away."