"
"And to-morrow I will go to the Vicar, and the Senechal, and the
Seigneur, if he has come home, and I will make them stop these wicked
men from coming here again."
"Can they?"
"They shall. They must. They are the law and it is not right."
"It is worth trying, at any rate," he said cheerfully, as they reached
the eastern corner and struck down across his puffin-warren to the point
immediately opposite Breniere. But he had not much hope that the Vicar
and the Senechal and the Seigneur all combined would avail him, for the
men of Sark are a law unto themselves.
"But I've found another hiding-place, Nance, where they could never find
me."
"Here?--on L'Etat?"
"Yes--inside. I'll show you some time, perhaps, if--"
"Is this where you came ashore?" he asked, as she came to a stand on a
rough black shelf up which the waves hissed white and venomous.
"We--we always landed here when we swam across," she said, with a little
break in her voice, as it came home to her again that Bernel would swim
the Race no more.
"Nance dear, don't give up hope. He may come back yet.
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