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"I think the best thing we can do," said she, "is to take what we want and then cover up the rest till we want some more." "Put the stuff under the rocks again?" asked Bompard. "Yes." "Mon Dieu!" said La Touche. It was not what he said but the way he said it that angered the girl. La Touche was a problem in her mind. She could understand Bompard but she could not quite understand La Touche.
She had never seen food before, food as it really is, the barrier between life and death, food naked and stripped of all pretence. Bompard coming aft with the sheet shipped the tiller, and, taking his seat by the girl, put the boat before the wind. La Touche, who had taken his seat on the after thwart, was engaged in opening the tin of beef. The girl scarcely noticed him.
Here there is land, at all events, good land one can put one's foot on; out there there's nothing but rocks. Rather than go out there I would swim ashore I would " "Oh, close up," said Bompard, "don't talk about swimming maybe you'll have to." "One can always drown," said La Touche. It was Bompard who next broke the silence.
When she had finished eating she put the plate by her side and sat waiting for La Touche to make a movement. Bompard that morning had left his tinder box behind him in the cave, she heard the strike of flint on steel. La Touche was lighting his pipe. She waited ten minutes or more, then she came to the cave mouth. "Are you not coming to look for Bompard?" asked she.
"That is true," said Bompard, anxious to get off the main subject. "If those chaps had eyes in their heads they wouldn't be feeding the fishes." "It wasn't all their fault," put in La Touche. "If those chaps on the bridge hadn't put the engines on we wouldn't have rammed her as we did." "Well," said Cléo, "there is no use in going back over things.
She knew now what had become of Bompard, and with lips dry as pumice stone she began to climb till she reached the point where she had sat that morning. If the mud had taken Bompard, had he cried out? If so, La Touche would have heard his cries, for the caves were not so far from the Lizard rocks.
Then began a dismal argument, full of words and repetitions but with few ideas, and from the trend of it the curious fact appeared that La Touche, the ship's grouser and dismal James, was taking the optimistical side, whilst Bompard, generally cheerful, was the pessimist. La Touche's optimism was, perhaps, the outcome of fear.
At six o'clock Eyraud and Bompard dined together, after which Eyraud returned to the apartment, whilst Bompard went to meet Gouffe near the Madeline Church. What occurred afterwards at No. 3 Rue Tronson-Ducoudray is best described in the statement made by Eyraud at his trial. "At a quarter past eight there was a ring at the bell. I hid myself behind the curtain. Gouffe came in.
On September 8, his forces surrendered at Ballinamuck to Lord Cornwallis. Bompard was turned back by an English fleet of forty-two sail. The obvious conclusion of the whole matter is that the fleet can stop an invasion, always provided that the ships thereof are the right number in the right place at the right time.
She told briefly but clearly the story of the disaster, of her escape and landing on Kerguelen, of the caves and the cache and the death of the two men. She did not tell how La Touche met his end, that business had to do with no one but herself and La Touche. She gave it to be understood that he, like Bompard, had met his fate in the quicksands.
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