Mrs. Hamon had come running out at sound of the fray. Gard whirled the
mad woman into her own house and Mrs. Hamon followed her and closed the
door.
Gard turned to look for Nance.
She was nervously trying to tie on her sun-bonnet by one string.
"Nance, dear," he said, "you don't believe I had anything to do with
this?"
"Oh no, no! I'm sure you hadn't. But--"
"But?" he asked, looking down into the pale face and bright anxious
eyes.
"Oh, they may say you did it. They will think it. They are sure to think
it, and they are so--"
"Don't trouble about it, dear. I know no more about it than you do, and
they cannot get beyond that. Promise me you won't let it trouble you."
"Oh, I will try. But--"
"Have no fears on my account, Nance. I will go at once and tell them all
I know about it."
He pressed her hands reassuringly, and she went into the house with
downcast head and a face full of forebodings, and he set off at once for
Sark.
CHAPTER XVII
HOW TOM WENT TO SCHOOL FOR THE LAST TIME
Mrs. Tom had had a troubled night. Anxiety at her husband's continued
absence had in due time given way to anger, and anger in its turn to
anxiety again.
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