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After a time, the man on the beach noticed the flag and stood looking toward it. A bright idea struck Roger. At home he had belonged to a troop of boy scouts and knew the signals. He would experiment on this stranger. Just by chance, Mr. Fisher at one time had been a scout-master and instantly realized that Roger, marooned on St. Aubin's island, was trying to send a message.
Aubin's Bay, where his trade of ship-building was carried on, and having fitted up a small cottage, lived a secluded life with his father there. Neither of them appeared often in St. Heliers, and they were seldom or never seen in the Vier Marchi.
So many industrious hands soon completed their task. After the gay workers departed, Connie lingered for a last look. "Come and see it to-morrow morning," she said to the three. "Probably you'll wish to go into town at eleven, but come here for the early service at six." Edith looked doubtful. "Sister planned to go to St. Aubin's," she said.
Aubin's the curve of Noirmont Point sheltered the little town from the full force of the waves. Dr.
Aubin's Bay, and looked out where white sails fluttered like the wings of restless doves.
But how? and where should they go? He had a boat in St. Aubin's Bay: getting there under cover of darkness he might embark with his father and set sail whither? To Sark there was no safety there. To Guernsey that was no better. To France yes, that was it, to the war of the Vendee, to join Detricand. No need to find the scrap of paper once given him in the Vier Marchi.
Fran can stay just as well as not, but Sister depends upon me to go to church with her. I always do, you know." Edith colored and looked uncomfortable, feeling that perhaps she was being ungracious. "You're a good little sister," said Constance quickly. "And you would not care so much as Frances because you have always spoken French. I imagine Dad will go to St. Aubin's and he'll take you home.
'Your letter is returned from Jersey, she remarked, with steady voice. 'Paula mentions no dates. Did he go to Jersey at all? 'I have no means of knowing, save his own declaration, when he said good-bye to me on Thursday of last week. And he told me he was going to his old quarters at St. Aubin's. 'Do you give credit to this, Mrs. Ormonde? 'Annabel, I can say nothing. Yet, no!
She sighed, and continued: "That's as far as I get with thinking. What else can one do in this little island? Why, on the globe Maitre Damian has at St. Aubin's, Jersey is no bigger than the head of a pin. And what should one think of here?" Her eyes were on the sea. Its mystery was in them, the distance, the ebb and flow, the light of wonder and of adventure too.
The scene was on the sands of S. Aubin's Bay, between the Mont Patibulaire and Millbrook. On the right wing stood two squadrons of mounted infantry, with their standards displayed in the morning breeze. On the left were the parish batteries, with their guns, caissons, and tumbrils.
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