So he
lay still and waited.
There was a growling disputation in the boat. Then one spoke--
"See then, you, Gard! We will haff you yet, now we know where you are.
If it takes effery man and effery boat in Sark, we will haff you, now we
know where you are. You do not kill a Sark man like that and go free.
Noh--pardie!"
"I have killed no man--" A gun rang out in the boat, and the shot
spatted on the rocks not a yard from him.
Coming in, they knew, meant certain death for one among them, and, keen
as they were to lay hands on him, no man had any wish to be that one.
The oars creaked away into the darkness, and he climbed to the ridge to
make sure they made no attempt on the other side.
But discretion had prevailed. One man could not hold L'Etat from
invasion at half-a-dozen points at once. They could bide their time, and
take him by force of numbers.
He heard them go creaking off towards the Creux, and turned and went
back along the ridge to find Nance.
CHAPTER XXVII
HOW ONE CAME TO HIM LIKE AN ANGEL FROM HEAVEN
Nance was standing by the shelter, and even in the darkness he could
tell that she was shaking, in spite of her previous vigorous incitement
to defence.
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