CHAPTER XVI.
_-_Capital_M.png)
EANWHILE that morning, Zirlo, lying on the wild thyme and grass, was accosted by two strangers who were wandering over the moors on a vain quest for an Etruscan city, which was marked on old maps as lying to the south of San Lionardo.
These persons looked down on to the little faun-like figure of the shaggy child and his upraised pretty face, and said to him: 'My little man, can you tell us of any buried tombs, or any great old walls, known hereabouts?'
Zirlo rose up on his rosy feet and put his hand up against his eyes as if he were dazzled by the sun, and he answered at once and sturdily: 'No; I never heard of any such thing.'
