I don't know. But he's not here now,
and I've had enough of it."
"B'en! I'm not afraid to stop all night--if anyone'll stop with me"--and
if no one had offered he would have been just as well pleased. "Don't
know as I'd care to stop all alone."
"Frightened of ghosts, maybe," scoffed the other.
"You stop with me, Tom Guille, and we'll see which is frightenedest of
ghosts, you or me."
But Tom Guille believed in ghosts as devoutly as any old woman in Sark,
and he was bound for home, no matter what the rest chose to do.
"There's not a foot of the rock we haven't searched," said he, "and the
man's not here; so what's the use of waiting all night?"
"Because if he's in hiding it's at night he'll come out."
"Come out of where?"
"Wherever he's got to."
"That's Guernsey, most likely. His friends have arranged to lift him off
here first chance that came; and it came before we did, and you'll not
see him in these parts again, I warrant you."
"I'll wait with you, John, if you're set on it, though I doubt Tom's
right, and the man's gone," said Peter Vaudin of La Ville.
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