"Now tell me, Bernel, if they find out I'm here what will they do?"
"They might come across and try and take you, unless they cool down; and that won't be so long as that Julie and Peter talk as they do. She makes him do everything she tells him. He's a sheep."
"And if they come across, what do you and Nance expect me to do?"
"You've got my gun," said the boy simply.
"Yes, I've got your gun. But do you expect me to kill some of them?"
"They'd kill you," said Bernel, conclusively. On second thoughts, however, he added, "But you needn't kill them. Wing one or two, and the rest will let you be. With a gun I could keep all Sark from landing on L'Etat."
"Suppose they come in the night? How many landing-places are there?"
"There's another at the end nighest Guernsey, but it's not easy. And it's only low tide and half-ebb that lets you ashore here at all."
"How about your boat?"
"She's riding to a line. Tide's running up that way, but I'd better be off."