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And then surely the grinding of an oar, as it wrought upon the gunwale against an ill-fitted thole-pin out there by the Quette d'Amont! His eyes and ears strained into the darkness till they felt like cracking. And the muffled growl of voices! His heart thumped so, they might have heard it. He must wait till he was sure they meant to come in. But they must not come too close.
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.
He took them in a cautious circuit outside the Quette d'Amont, the eastern sentinel of L'Etat, and so, with shipped oars, by means of his single scull astern, brought them deftly to the riven black ledges round the corner on the south side. It is a precarious landing at best, and the after scramble up the crumbling slope calls for caution even in the light of day.
The boat must come round Quette d'Amont, the great pile of rock that lay off the eastern corner, and the first glimpse he could hope to get of it in the darkness would be there.
They parted at the Quette d'Amont, two going along the south side and two along the north. He could hear their voices, their rough jests and brief laughter, as they crept past. It was an odd sensation, this, of lying there like a hunted hare, knowing that it was him they were after. He pressed still closer to the rock, and did not dare to raise his head for a look.
She came round Quette d'Amont with a fine sweep, like one bound on business of which she had no reason to be ashamed, and dropped her sail and lay in the shelter of the rock. And the white figure in the bows was truly Nance, and she was standing and waving and calling to him. And the grey-headed man aft was surely Philip Guille, the Sénéchal, and the faces of the rest were all friendly.
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