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That young Torode is no fool, though he is hot-headed enough and as full of conceit as he can hold. And, pergui, he knows what he wants." "And Carette?" Aunt Jeanne's only answer to that was a shrug. She was, as I think I have said, a very shrewd person.
To do him that much justice, Torode must have known that under the circumstances he was taking unusual risk. But he had confidence in his own skill and mastery, and no power on earth would have deterred him from the attempt. He leaped on Black Boy, turned him from the gulf and rode him up the Common.
"And you'd not know much more, however much you'd had. You're only a boy still, mon gars." "Well, I'm going to do a man's work, and it's for Carette I'm going to do it. Put in a good word for me while I'm away, won't you now, Aunt Jeanne? Carette is more to me than anything else in the world." "Ay, well! We'll see. And you saw Torode himself?"
The next day passed without any happening, and I lay racking my brain for reasons why one spot of sea should not be as good as another for dropping a man's body into. But on the day after that, Torode came suddenly in on me in the afternoon, and looking down on me as I lay, he said roughly "Listen, you, Carré!
"They will kill you," she repeated. "They are very busy loading the schooner. If the woman comes to you in the morning I shall be able to get you out. My boat waits on the shell beach." "You would do better to get round to Peter Port," she persisted. "Torode would be off before they would be ready. If it was one man to convince he would act, but where there are many time is wasted.
Young Torode came galloping across the Common while Gray Robin and Carette and I were still waiting our turn. He reined in Black Boy with a firm hand, and the ruffled black sides worked like bellows, and the angry black head jerked restively, and the quick-glancing eyes looked troubled and vicious.
Torode lay like a log, breathing slowly, but with no other sign of life. George Hamon presently knelt beside him again and gazed long into his face, and then examined his wound carefully. Then he stood up and signed to us to follow him, and we went along the cleft to the water-cave, and sat down there in the dim green light that filtered through the water.
If we could get across to Sercq before Torode could lay us by the heels, we would be safe among our own folks, and, unless I was very much mistaken, he would no more than visit Herm and away before I could raise Peter Port against him. Neither of us had travelled that land before, but we knew the direction we had to take, and the stars kept us to our course.
"You, Phil?" "Truly yes. This Torode is a murderer and worse. He fights under both flags. He is Main Rouge in France and Torode of Herm. He slaughtered John Ozanne and all our crew before my eyes, and why my life was spared I know not." "If he sees you he will kill you." "Or I kill him." "Phil, he will kill you. Oh, go! go quick and rouse the Sercq men and Peter Port. You need not fear for me.
"Tiens!" said Aunt Jeanne softly, "it is the young Torode " "Torode? I do not know him. Who is he?" "C'est ça. It is since you left. His father has settled himself on Herm. He is a great man in these parts nowadays. They do say " "They do say ?" I asked, as she stopped short. "Bon dou! They say many strange things about M. Torode. But you know how folks talk," she murmured.
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