CHAPTER XXXV
HOW AN ANGEL CAME BRINGING THE TRUTH
Gard's eyes, straining into the dimness of the coming dawn through what
seemed to him a most terrible long time, so packed was it with anxious
fears, caught at last the white flicker of Nance's signal, and he
dropped down just where he stood, among the rough stones of the ridge,
with a grateful sigh.
The strain was telling on him. He felt physically weak and worn. Nance's
devoted love and courage made his heart beat high, indeed, but his fears
on her account strung his laxed cords to breaking point, and then left
them looser than before.
He must get away somehow, if only to prevent this constant and terrible
risking of her life on his behalf.
He hardly dared to hope that his strategy with the dead man would be of
any permanent benefit to him, though there was no knowing. Examination
of the body would show that it had been dead for very many years, but
his knowledge of the Island superstitions made him doubt if any Sark man
would willingly spend a night on L'Etat for a very long time to come.
On the other hand, if the result of their discussions confirmed them in
the belief that he was still there, and if, as he constantly feared,
they should learn of Nance's comings, and visit upon her the venom they
harboured for him, they might so invest the rock that escape would be
impossible.
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