Chapter 11Three days of searching had so far yielded very little. The radar had enabled Cutler to locate two old prams concealed in the marshy ground, a doll buried by some poor little girl who had presumably been playing a game and forgotten where she'd put it, a number of tree holes and a line of smaller holes which indicated where several fence posts had at some time in the past been hammered into the ground. They had found not one single artefact of any age, certainly nothing to suggest that anything from the time of King Arthur was deposited in the area. Despite the hours they'd put in and the work involved, a sense of disenchantment fell over the little team.
“You'd have thought we'd have found something at least,” said Winston Fortune as he sat disconsolately in the rear doorway of
