"
"No," she said, with gloomy decision. "He is dead. I feared for him, for
I had been to look at the Race just before sundown, and it looked
terribly strong. But he would go--"
"Why didn't he get a boat?"
"Ah, mon Gyu!" and she started up wildly. "I was forgetting. I was
thinking only of myself and Bernel. There isn't a boat left alive
outside the Creux, and he couldn't get one there without them knowing.
But"--in quick excitement now, to make up for lost time--"they have seen
you here, and they may come to-night--Achochre that I am! They may be
here! Come quickly! Your gun!" and she was all on the quiver to be gone.
Gard stooped and pulled out the gun from its hiding-place inside the
shelter.
"Is it loaded?" she asked sharply.
"Yes. I cleaned it to-day."
"Take your charges with you, and do you hasten back to the place we
landed the first night. You know?"
"I know. And you?"
"I will go to the other landing-place. But they are not likely to come
there."
"And if they do?"
"I will manage them," and she slipped into the darkness with the big
cloak about her.
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