"And here is
a little bread and meat, all I could carry tied on to my head. We feared
you would be starving."
"You should not have burdened yourself, dear. It might have drowned you.
And I have eggs--puffins'--"
"Ach!"
"They are better than nothing, and I beat them up with cognac. But are
you safe in the Race, Nance dear, even with those things?"
"You cannot sink. If Bernel had only taken them! But he laughed at them,
and now--"
He kissed her sobs away, but was full of anxiety at thought of her in
the rushing darkness of the Race.
"I will go with you," he said eagerly, "and you will lend me your
bladders to get back with."
"You would never get back to L'Etat in the dark"--and he knew that that
was true. "We of Sark can see, but you others--"
"I shall be in misery till I know you are all right," he said anxiously.
"I will run home. My things are in the gorse above Breniere. And I will
get a lantern and come down by Breniere and wave it to you."
"Will you do that? It will be like a signal from heaven," he said
eagerly, "a signal from heaven waved by an angel from heaven.
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