"I will go with you," he said eagerly, "and you will lend me your bladders to get back with."
"You would never get back to L'Etat in the dark"—and he knew that that was true. "We of Sark can see, but you others—"
"I shall be in misery till I know you are all right," he said anxiously.
"I will run home. My things are in the gorse above Brenière. And I will get a lantern and come down by Brenière and wave it to you."
"Will you do that? It will be like a signal from heaven," he said eagerly, "a signal from heaven waved by an angel from heaven."
"And to-morrow I will go to the Vicar, and the Sénéchal, and the Seigneur, if he has come home, and I will make them stop these wicked men from coming here again."
"Can they?"
"They shall. They must. They are the law and it is not right."
"It is worth trying, at any rate," he said cheerfully, as they reached the eastern corner and struck down across his puffin-warren to the point immediately opposite Brenière. But he had not much hope that the Vicar and the Sénéchal and the Seigneur all combined would avail him, for the men of Sark are a law unto themselves.
"But I've found another hiding-place, Nance, where they could never find me."