That's right! Give me a hand, will
you? My legs aren't as limber as they used to be. Now we'll get him on
to a bed and see what the damage is;" and they set off slowly for
Plaisance.
"My God, Senechal! That passed belief! To think of our never thinking of
that infernal brute!" said the Doctor, as they stumbled slowly along in
the joggling light.
"He was possessed of the devil, without a doubt. That last scream of his
when he got my two bullets--"
"'T woke us," said Carre. "And we wondered what was up. What was it,
then, monsieur?"
"That devil of a white stallion of Le Pelley's. It was him killed Tom
Hamon and Peter Mauger, and he tried to kill Mr. Gard. We've been on
this job for weeks past, while you were all sleeping in your beds."
"Mon Gyu! and we none of us knew anything about it till we heard yon
scream! And he's dead----"
"He's dead--unless he's the devil," said the Senechal sententiously.
CHAPTER XXXIX
HOW THEY THANKED GOD FOR HIS MERCIES
Vast was the wonder of the Sark folk when they heard next day of that
night's doings, and learned who the murderer of the Coupee was, and how
and by whom he had been laid by the heels.
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