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But do you expect me to kill some of them?" "They'd kill you," said Bernel, conclusively. On second thoughts, however, he added, "But you needn't kill them. Wing one or two, and the rest will let you be. With a gun I could keep all Sark from landing on L'Etat." "Suppose they come in the night? How many landing-places are there?" "There's another at the end nighest Guernsey, but it's not easy.
Hamon came to the door, and called to Nance to bring with her a piece or two of wood for the fire. Here was his chance! Here was the head and front of the offence, past, present, and future! If she had never come into the family there would have been no Nance, no Bernel, no selling of the farm, maybe. A movement of the arms, the crooking of a finger, and things would be even between them.
When he heard voices in the road below and saw Nance and Bernel, he jumped up on the spur of the moment, and pushed through the gorse and bracken, and stood waiting for them. "Will you let me join you?" he asked, as they came up, fallen shyly silent. "We don't mind," said Bernel, and they went along together.
The Vicar shook his head helplessly. She forgot to explain so much that he did not understand. But he grasped at one thread. "And Bernel?" "Ah, my poor Bernel! He is drowned," she said, with a heave of the breast, but with her eyes intent on L'Etat.
Tom came back from his voyaging knowing a good many things that he had not known when he started a little English among others and most of the others things which had been more profitably left unlearnt. And little Nance? The most persistent memories of Nance's childhood were her fear and hatred of Tom, and her passionate love for her mother, and Bernel when he came.
Nance looked up quickly at the sound of Gard's feet, and the paled-brown of her face flushed red at sight of him, and then a grateful gleam lighted it as he dropped her things into her hand and bent over John Thomas, who was showing signs of life in a dazed and water-logged fashion. "You did splendidly, you two," he said to Bernel.
And he wondered to himself if this could really be the Nance he used to hate and persecute. But Nance detested him and all his ways as of old. Tom Hamon and Peter Mauger seated themselves on a rock within a few feet of the narrow slit out of which Nance and Bernel had been looking. "Ouaie," said Tom, taking up his parable "wanted me to join him in getting a loan on farm, he did." "Aw, now!"
The strain of these latter days had been very great, and the thought of Bernel tended to unnerve her. On the other hand, the knowledge that Gard had outwitted the whole strength of the Island cheered and braced her, and she struggled valiantly through the broken waters till at last she hung panting on the black ledge where she was in the habit of landing.
It was a wounded rabbit, limping into cover under a tangle of gorse and blackberry bashes, that discovered to her the entrance to the series of little chambers and passages that led right through the headland to the side looking into Port Gorey. Which most satisfactory hiding-place she and Bernel turned to good account on many an occasion when brother Tom's oppression passed endurance.
"Hi, you!" cried Bernel, to a miner who had been watching his success and had then climbed down seaward over the furrowed black ledges, hoping to do better there. "Come back! It's not safe there." But the fisherman, intent on his sport, either did not, or would not, hear him. "Oh, well, if you won't," said Bernel.
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