And, on the other hand, it looked as though they could do
nothing towards his discovery until he perpetrated some new outrage.
It was Gard who suggested they should watch the Coupee every night,
armed, and unknown to any but themselves.
And, after much discussion, following out his idea, he and the Senechal
and the Doctor, who could bowl over a rabbit as well as any of them, lay
in the heather, on the common above the cutting on the Little Sark side,
for many nights, guns in hand, and eyes and ears on the strain, but saw
and heard nothing.
One night, indeed, when there was a high wind, the Doctor's marrow
crawled in his backbone at the sound of groanings and moanings and most
dolorous cries for help, coming up out of black Coupee Bay, where they
had picked up Tom Hamon's and Peter Mauger's dead bodies.
He sweated cold terrors, for he was on the east headland right above the
bay, till the Senechal crawled over to him and whispered--
"Hear 'em?"
"Y-y-yes. What the d-d-deuce and all--"
"Knew you'd wonder what it was--"
"W-w-wonder?" chittered the Doctor.
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