And John
Drillot found himself bound to the adventure.
"Do we keep the boat?" asked Vaudin.
"No ... for then one of us must sit in her all night, or she will bump
herself to pieces. You will come back for us in the morning, Philip."
"I'll come," said Philip Guille, and presently they stood watching the
boats pulling lustily homewards, and devoutly wishing they were in them.
Every foot of the rock, as they knew it, had already been carefully
raked over. The possible hiding-places were few. But no one knows better
than a Sark man what rocks can do in the way of slits and tunnels and
caves, and it was just this possibility that had set John Drillot to his
unwonted, and none too welcome, task. The murderer--as he deemed
Gard--might have found some place unknown to any of them, and might be
lying quietly waiting for them to go. If that was so, he must come out
sooner or later, and the chances were that he would steal out in the
night.
So the two watchers prowled desultorily about the rock, poking again
into every place that suggested possible concealment for anything larger
than a puffin.
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