Volunteers were evidently not over plentiful. It was a considerable time
before he came back with a Welshman, Evan Morgan, and a young
Cornishman, John Trevna, and neither of them seemed over eager for the
job.
"For, see you," had been Morgan's view, "coing in a hole after a man
what hass a gun iss not a nice pissness, no inteet!" and the Cornishman
agreed with him.
However, they put off, and Nance crouched in the bracken and watched all
their doings.
She had long since caught sight of John Drillot and Peter Vaudin sitting
on the rock wall, and wondered what kind of a hiding-place Gard could
possibly have found therein. A poor one, she feared, and that the end
would be quick.
The boat disappeared round the corner, and presently she saw the three
men join the others at the wall, and they all clustered there and
talked, and then one by one they disappeared into the wall itself, and
she sat watching in fear and trembling.
CHAPTER XXXI
HOW TWO WENT IN AND THREE CAME OUT
"It iss better to sit here two, three days till he comse out than to go
in and get yourself killt, yes inteet!" was the burden of Evan Morgan's
answer to all their arguments for a speedy assault.
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