I wear my oldest
clothes, just as my friend Professor Anderson does, for we have been
going through briar bushes, into caves and mud holes and our clothes
are a sad sight. But we are not tramps."
"Is there someone with you?" asked Grandpa Martin, looking over the
man's head toward the bushes, out of which he had come.
"There was another. Anderson is his name. But he has gone to the
village, and I was on my way to row across the lake to join him when I
happened to pass by your tent, saw the blue light, and heard what your
children said. Do you really know where there is a big blue rock like
this little one that is on fire?" he asked as he pointed to the
flaming blue light.
"Yes, we found a big one," said Hal.
"If you will show me where it is you will get a lot of money," said
Mr. Weston. "That is, if you will sell me the meteor," he went on to
Grandpa Martin. "I understand you own part of this island," he added.
"About half of it, yes. But are you looking for a meteor?"
"Yes, for a meteor, or fallen star, and the blue rock your children
found is part of it. We have been looking for it a long time, my
friend and myself, and we had about given up. Now we may get it. Will
you sell me the fallen star?" he asked.
"I'll see about it," promised Mr. Martin with a smile. "Perhaps you
will come into our tent and tell us about it.
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