There might be openings in the rifted basement rocks
which only the full ebb would discover, and these might lead up into
chambers where a man could lie high and dry till the tide allowed him
out again. And so they hung precariously over the waves and poked and
peered, and found nothing.
They had clambered over the great wall more than once before Vaudin
said: "G'zamin, John, I wonder if there's any holes here big enough to
take a man?"
"He'd have to be a little one, and this Gard's not that," and they
stood looking at the wall. "'Sides, them rocks lie on the rock itself,
and there's no depth to them."
But Vaudin was not sure that there might not be room for a man to lie
flat under some of the big slabs, and began to poke about among them.
"Some one's been up here," he said, pointing to one of Gard's own
scorings.
"Bin up there four times myself," said Drillot, "an' so have all the
rest. There's no room to hide a man there, Peter. If he's hid anywhere,
he'll come out in the night. Maybe Philip Guille's right, and he's safe
in Guernsey by this. Come along to that shelter and let's have a drink.
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