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But all my thoughts were in a vast confusion, with this one thought only overtopping all the rest, Carette was in the hands of Torode, and I must get there as quickly as possible. There are times when foolish recklessness drives headlong through the obstacles which reason would bid one avoid, and so come desperate deeds accomplished while reason sits pondering the way.
It was, at all events, human. And then my breath caught again. For the tiny lightning flash that came out of the flint lit, with one brief gleam, the face of the man to whom my death was as necessary as the breath of life, whose presence there held most dreadful menace for us both, Torode of Herm. For one moment life stood still with me.
"I'm getting the devil out of him so that he'll be all quiet for the afternoon," cried Torode, as he sped past us one time. And Gray Robin tried to look after his mate, and jogged comfortably along thanking his stars that if he did feel somewhat of a fool, he had decent quiet folk on his back, and was not as badly off as some he knew that day.
He set the things beside me, and untied my hands, and placed the light so that it fell upon me, and stood patching me till I had finished. From his size I thought it was Torode himself, but he never opened his mouth, nor I mine, except to put food into it. When I had done, he tied my hands again and went out.
"Monsieur Torode?" I asked, and after another staring pause, he said gruffly "B'en! I am Torode. What is it you want?" "A berth on your ship there." "And why? Who are you, then?" "Your son knows me. My name is Carré, Phil Carré. I come from Sercq." "Where there?" "Belfontaine." "Does your father live there?" "He's dead these twenty years. I live with my mother and my grandfather."
I ought to have gone across to Peter Port to lay my information before them there, but, you understand, Carette was more important to me. But surely Sercq need fear nothing from Herm," I said, looking round on them. "Ah, you don't know," said my grandfather. "We are but few here just now. So many are away to the wars and the free-trading. How many men does Torode carry?"
She did not like the Coupée, I knew, but she would not put me to shame. "I will ride," she said. "You're never going to lead across, Carré?" cried Torode. "And with a horse like a Dutch galliot! Man alive! let me take him over for you! Shall I?" and he bustled forward, looking eagerly up at Carette. "Stand back!" I said brusquely.
And to prevent any mistake which might put Carette to confusion, I did my clumsy best to make a joke of the matter. "Your stupid was nearly too late, mother, and so Carette rides out with me and back with Monsieur Torode." "Under the circumstances it was good of Carette to give you a share, mon gars." "Oh, I'm grateful.
For, from Cherbourg to Sercq was but forty miles, but, fortunately for us, forty miles which included La Hague and the Race, and if Torode could pick up a fair wind he could do it in four hours or, with all obstacles, in five, or at most six whereas, strain as we might, and we were not fresh to begin with, we could not possibly cover the distance in less than seven hours.
Then to dancing again, and it was only then, as I leaned against the door-post watching Carette go round and round with young Torode, in a way that I could not help but feel was smoother and neater than when my arm was round her, that a chance word between two girls sitting near me startled me into the knowledge that I had been guilty of another foolishness, and had overlooked another most important matter that night.
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