"However,
John Drillot and Peter Vaudin are stopping the night in case he is still
there and ventures out of his hole," and her heart sank again, and
kicked rebelliously that a man should be hunted thus, like a rabbit.
She spent a night of misery, wondering what was happening on L'Etat, and
was at her post above Breniere as soon as it was light.
She saw Philip Vaudin come round from the Creux in his boat and run
across to the rock, and almost as soon as he had disappeared round
Quette d'Amont, he came speeding back, alone, and not to the harbour,
but straight to the fishermen's rough landing-place inside Breniere.
"What is it then, Philip?" she asked anxiously, as he hauled himself up
the rocks on to the turf.
"I've come for two miners," he panted, for he had come quickly. "They've
run him to earth in a hole, but they won't either of them go in after
him, and they want some one who will."
"Ah, then!"
"Yes. He came out in the night, and they chased him, but he got into his
hole, and they're sitting on it ever since," and he hurried away through
the waste of gorse and bracken to the miners' cottages.
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