"Gaderabotin!" said one of these as he came up, and stood scratching his
head and gazing down the road after them. "What's taken them all?"
"Think because they found Tom Hamon there, they'll find Peter too,"
guffawed another, and they rolled on into their homes, chuckling at the
simplicity of women and children.
Arrived at the Coupee, the little mob of sensation-seekers peered
fearfully about. One small boy, cleverer or more groovy-minded than the
rest, struck off along the headland to the left. It was from there
Charles Guille had seen Tom Hamon. Perhaps from there he would see
something, too.
And no sooner was he there, where he could see to the foot of the cliffs
in Coupee Bay, than he commenced to dance and wave his arms like a mad
thing, because the words he wanted to shout choked him tight so that he
could hardly breathe.
They streamed out along the cliff and huddled there, struck chill with
fright in spite of the blazing sun.
For there, under the cliff, in the same spot as they found Tom Hamon,
lay another dark, huddled figure, and they knew it must be Peter.
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