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Updated: June 5, 2025
The sun had gone down, the dusk was creeping on, and against the dark of the north there was a shimmer of fire a fire that leapt and quivered about the Paternoster Rocks. Dormy pointed with his finger. Ghostly lights or miracle of Nature, these fitful flames had come and gone at times these many years, and now again the wonder of the unearthly radiance held their eyes.
"Whoever burns me for a fool 'll lose their ashes. Des monz a fous I have a head! Come with me." Ranulph saw that he must humour the shrewd natural, so he said: "Et ben, put your four shirts in five bundles and come along." He was a true Jerseyman at heart, and speaking to such as Dormy Jamais he used the homely patois phrases.
Ranulph saw that he must humour the shrewd natural, so he said: "Et ben, put your four shirts in five bundles and come along." He was a true Jerseyman at heart, and speaking to such as Dormy Jamais he used the homely patois phrases. He knew there was no use hurrying the little man, he would take his own time.
"See, Dormy Jamais, I want you to go to the Governor's house at La Motte, and tell them that the French are coming, that they're landing at Gorey now. Then to the Hospital and tell the sentry there. Go, Dormy allez kedainne!" Dormy Jamais tore at a loaf with his teeth, and crammed a huge crust into his mouth. "Come, tell me, will you go, Dormy?" the lad asked impatiently.
He was received with a shower of questions as he climbed into the car. "Not much damage done that I can hear," he told them all. "The corner of the house caught fire and the lawn looks like a sand-pit." He was driven in silence back to the Dormy House. When he arrived there the place was deserted. The other men were lunching at the golf club.
Ranulph called again, and yet again, and now at last Dormy recognised the voice. With a growl of mingled reassurance and hunger, he lifted down the iron bar from the shutters. In a moment Ranulph was outside with two loaves of bread, which he put into Dormy Jamais's arms. The daft one whinnied with delight. "What's o'clock, bread-man?" he asked with a chuckle. Ranulph gripped his shoulders.
Hidden behind the great chair of the Bailly himself, Dormy Jamais had heard the whole business. This had brought him hot-foot to St. Aubin's Bay, whence he had hurried Olivier Delagarde to a hiding-place in the hills above the bay of St. Brelade. The fool had travelled more swiftly than Jersey justice, whose feet are heavy. Elie Mattingley was now in the Vier Prison. There was the whole story.
"Poor dull Dormouse," said Righty, with a smile that was half of mirth and half sympathy. "You are evidently a Dormouse with very little education, Dormy," said the Poker. "If there are three apples on a plate, one red, one green and one white and you are told to take your pick of the lot there are four things you can do, not three." "What are they?" asked Tom, meekly.
Neither of his fellow-voyagers made reply, and for a time there was silence, save for the swish of the gunwale through the water. But at last Jean said: "Su' m'n ame, but it is good this, after that!" and he jerked his head back towards the Fair-ground on the hill. "Even you will sleep to-night, Dormy Jamais, and you, my wife of all."
"Waddell, too," said Bobby. "We joined the same day." "And Angus M'Lachlan. I think he would have made the finest soldier of the lot of us," added Wagstaffe. "You remember his remark to me, that we only had the bye to play now? He was a true prophet: we are dormy, anyhow. Still, he made a great exit from this world, Bobby, and that is the only thing that matters in these days. Ha! H'm!
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