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His friends have arranged to lift him off here first chance that came; and it came before we did, and you'll not see him in these parts again, I warrant you." "I'll wait with you, John, if you're set on it, though I doubt Tom's right, and the man's gone," said Peter Vaudin of La Ville. And John Drillot found himself bound to the adventure. "Do we keep the boat?" asked Vaudin.
Peter Vaudin was at the base of the rock wall as he wriggled silently under the big slab, and it was only by a violent jerk that he got his foot clear of Peter's grip. And Peter, strung to the occasion, kept his hand on the spot where the foot had disappeared, and waited a moment for John Drillot to come up before he followed it. "Gone in here," he jerked, as he climbed cautiously up.
One of the cows at Le Port gave no milk that day, and Dame Vaudin pondered the matter weightily, and discussed it volubly with her neighbours, but did not try their remedies. During the day he went over to Little Sercq in hopes of snaring a rabbit. But the rabbits understood him and were shy.
However, they put off, and Nance crouched in the bracken and watched all their doings. She had long since caught sight of John Drillot and Peter Vaudin sitting on the rock wall, and wondered what kind of a hiding-place Gard could possibly have found therein. A poor one, she feared, and that the end would be quick.
The lively spirits of the younger folk worked so upon their elders, that Uncle Henry Vaudin, who was seventy if he was a day, actually caught hold of Aunt Jeanne, as she was flitting to and fro, and tried to dance her into the whirling circle.
She saw Philip Vaudin come round from the Creux in his boat and run across to the rock, and almost as soon as he had disappeared round Quette d'Amont, he came speeding back, alone, and not to the harbour, but straight to the fishermen's rough landing-place inside Brenière. "What is it then, Philip?" she asked anxiously, as he hauled himself up the rocks on to the turf.
"I counted six boats, but they were too far off to see how many in them." "So! Run on, you, Jean Vaudin and Abraham Guille, and tell us how they are heading. They won't try to land hereabouts. They may try Gorey, but not likely. They have tasted the Coupée already. All the same, you, Pierre, run and warn the folks on Little Sercq. They had better come over here.
But Vaudin was not sure that there might not be room for a man to lie flat under some of the big slabs, and began to poke about among them. "Some one's been up here," he said, pointing to one of Gard's own scorings. "Bin up there four times myself," said Drillot, "an' so have all the rest. There's no room to hide a man there, Peter. If he's hid anywhere, he'll come out in the night.
But I had not far to go, for at Vaudin's Inn, which stands at the top of the steep lane running from the Creux Harbor, I saw Tardif at the door. Now and then he acted as guide when young Vaudin could not fill that office, or had more parties than he could manage; and Tardif was now waiting the arrival of the weekly stream of tourists.
When Evan Morgan's wriggling legs came slowly out of the tunnel, John Drillot and Peter Vaudin were almost dancing with excitement, and their first surprise was the sight of him when, by rights, John Trevna should have been the one to come out first. "Well then? What have you done? And where is John Trevna?" cried John Drillot. "Ach! He iss a fool.
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