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And young Torode and I looked into one another's eyes and knew that we were not to be friends. What he saw amiss in me I do not know, but to me there was about him something overmasterful which roused in me a keen desire to master it, or thwart it. "You are but just home, then, M. Carré?" he asked. "This evening." "From ?" "From Florida last by way of New York." "Ah! Many ships about?"
I thought to try with him, and your father knows more about him than anyone else." "Ah! Torode of Herm! Yes, he is a clever man is Torode. But he won't take you, mon gars. He picks his own, and there is not an Island man among them." The first thing I saw when I entered the house was Carette, busy at one of the bunks in the dimness at the far end of the room.
Carette's piece came out a something which Jeanne Falla at once pronounced an anchor, but which young Torode said was a sword, and made it so by a skilful touch of the finger. ... The air had been very still, as though asleep like all things else except the sea.
The men cursed Torode volubly, and regretted that he had not gone with Black Boy. And it was none but black looks that greeted him when, after standing a moment, he came on across the Coupée and joined the rest. "It is a misfortune," he said brusquely, as he came among us. "It is sheer murder and brutality," said Charles Vaudin roughly. "Guyabble!
And, ma fé, it is good for a girl's tongue to be tied at times." Then, in answer to the enquiring looks he was casting at me, she said, "This is Phil Carré of Belfontaine, whom some folks thought dead. But I never did, and he's come back to show I was right. This is M. Bernel Torode of Herm, Phil, mon gars."
The sight of Monsieur Torode lying there like a dead man was not a cheerful one, so we left him and went to our usual place by the water-cave. And, when we came to the well, Carette said, "Ugh! it looks as if it knew all about it," and the bulging eye of the spring goggled furiously at us as we passed.
With young Torode in my mind, and Jean Le Marchant's probable intentions respecting Carette, and Carette's own wonderful growth which seemed to put us on different levels, and the smallness of my own prospects, I could not bring myself to venture any loverly talk, though my heart was full of loving thoughts and growing intention.
I panted, and flung myself behind the great rock pillar that buttressed the path on the Grande Grève side and towered high above me. She ran on obediently, and one shot followed her, for which I cursed the shooter and heard young Torode do the same. I was their quarry; but one, in the lust of the chase, had lost his head.
Then, without a sign of warning, like one jerked by sudden instinct, Torode turned, pushed through the double row of men behind whom I had shrunk and they opened quickly enough at his approach and raising his great fist struck me to the deck like an ox. When I came to I was lying in a bunk, bound hand and foot.
And no girl rode, but each one shuddered as she passed the spot where the loose edge of the cliff was scored with two deep grooves; and we others, looking down, saw a tumbled black mass lying in the white surf among the rocks. George Hamon was sorely put out at the loss of his horse and by so cruel a death. In his anger he laid on young Torode a punishment hard to bear.
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