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Safety seemed to lie in silence, for I knew that other, whatever it was, was listening as I was. I held my breath, but my heart was thumping so that it seemed impossible that it should not be heard. From the place where Carette lay I could not hear a sound, not even the sound of her breathing. I think I must have burst soon if that state of matters had continued.
But my heart gave a triumphant jump, and there was no need to think of death, for the coming one was a woman, and she came up the ascent with bent head and carried food in her hands. I let her get right to the gate, then, from my knees, launched myself onto her, and she went down against the bars in a heap, bruising her face badly. But Carette was all my thought.
Carette was already spreading out the hay, which Uncle George and my grandfather had got through the narrow ways with difficulty. Their voices died away and we were alone, and I was so heavy that, from sitting on the hay, I rolled over on it, and was asleep before I lay flat. Carette says I slept through three days and nights, but that is only one of her little humours.
"I'll give you a dozen now," I cried, jumping up, and giving her the full tale right heartily. "Ma fé, yes! You are getting on, mon gars," she said, as she set the black sun-bonnet straight again. "You tackle Carette that way next time you see her, and " "Mon Gyu, I wouldn't dare to!" And Aunt Jeanne still found me subject for laughter.
So he slipped away with Krok in the dark, and they were to swim out to a boat off Les Lâches and make their way by Jersey. Now, if you have eaten, we will get out to the light." "Dieu merci!" said Carette heartfully. "And what about him?" I asked, nodding towards the wounded man. "He must wait. Can he eat?" "I have dropped brandy down his throat two or three times, and he seems to swallow it."
And so the yellow cockleshell became Carette's golden bridge, and thereafter her comings and goings knew no bounds but her own wilful will and the states of the tides and the weather. Krok's ideas in the matter of seigneurial rights of flotsam and jetsam were by no means as strict as his master's, especially where Carette was concerned. In his mute, dog-like way he worshipped Carette.
And beneath it sat the Queen of the Revels dressed all in white, her unbound hair rippling about her like a dark sunset cloud, till it lost itself among the creamy many-coloured petals below, Carette, the loveliest flower of all.
And young Torode immediately took up his post there to claim his dance as soon as she returned. I was vexed with myself for giving him first chance. But truly my thoughts had not been on the dancing, but only on Carette herself, and I would have been content to look at her and listen to her all the evening without a thought of anything more.
But there was not even a crust to eat, so we sat and talked in whispers of the very strange fate, or chance, or the leading of God, that had brought Torode to us in this remote place into which we had fled to escape him. "But, Phil, however did he get here?" asked Carette. "For Uncle George said that no living man ?"
You have courage, mon gars;" and I saw that I had risen in his estimation. "He swims like a fish and he has no fear," chirped Carette from her hiding-place. "All the same, bon Dieu, the Gouliot is no pond," and he looked through me again. "How old are you, mon gars?" "Thirteen next year." "And what are you going to make of yourself when you grow up?" "I don't know."
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