Any of you who saw Tom Hamon last night
will be here at two o'clock to tell us all you know. Tell any others who
know anything about it that they must be here too," and he went back
into the school-house, and the buzzing crowd dispersed, with plenty to
buzz about now in truth.
Peter Mauger went thoughtfully home. He had had no breakfast, and was
feeling the need of it, and he had something in his mind that he wanted
to think out.
And as he ate he thought, slowly and ruminatingly, and with many pauses,
when his jaws stopped working to give his mind freer play, but still
very much to the purpose, and as soon as he had done he set out to put
his project into execution.
Just beyond the Coupee he met Gard hurrying towards Sark, and the state
of Gard's nose and eye, and his torn coat, caught his eye at once.
"What's this about Tom Hamon?" asked Gard hastily.
"He's dead."
"His wife has just told me so. But how did it happen?"
"They're going to find out at school-house at two o'clock. Any that saw
him last night are to be there. You'd better be there."
"I'm going now.
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