There they found Evan Morgan holding the approach to the landing-place
against Peter, with a lump of rock, while Philip, in the boat below,
stood shouting at them to know what was the matter.
At sight of the others and their burden, however, he had no eyes for
anything else.
"What have you got there, John Drillot?"
"A dead man."
"Aw, then! That's not Gard."
"It's the only man here, anyway. Pull close up, Philip--"
"Not in my boat, John Drillot!" from Peter.
"We must take this to the Senechal," said John angrily. "If you don't
want to come you can wait here. If you don't make less noise, I will
knock you on the head myself," and he jumped down into the boat, and
took the dead man from Trevna, and laid him carefully in the bows. The
others jumped in, and Peter, sooner than be knocked on the head or left
behind, sulkily followed, and sat himself on the extreme edge of the
stern as far away from the dead man as he could get.
CHAPTER XXXII
HOW JULIE MEDITATED EVIL
Nance had crouched all the morning, in the bracken above Breniere, on
the knife-edge of expectancy.
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