A light drizzle poured down underneath gloomy skies, and four men found themselves suddenly floating in the sea some two-hundred meters out from the shores of a fishing village located in south-west Baarn. "Ho! Friend, what has passed?" cried one to another across the small waves. "I know not, but let us strike out for land." "Well said, and your two friends also should do likewise." "They are not my friends, for I do not even know them." "Nonetheless, they should do likewise." "I will tell them." A few more shouts went on, and they all struck out for the shore. "Yes, I will," spake Edward. * * *