"He was possessed of the devil, without a doubt. That last scream of his when he got my two bullets—"
"'T woke us," said Carré. "And we wondered what was up. What was it, then, monsieur?"
"That devil of a white stallion of Le Pelley's. It was him killed Tom Hamon and Peter Mauger, and he tried to kill Mr. Gard. We've been on this job for weeks past, while you were all sleeping in your beds."
"Mon Gyu! and we none of us knew anything about it till we heard yon scream! And he's dead——"
"He's dead—unless he's the devil," said the Sénéchal sententiously.
CHAPTER XXXIX
HOW THEY THANKED GOD FOR HIS MERCIES
Vast was the wonder of the Sark folk when they heard next day of that night's doings, and learned who the murderer of the Coupée was, and how and by whom he had been laid by the heels.
The whole Island breathed freely once more, and was outspokenly grateful to the courage and pertinacity which had lifted from it the cloud and the reproach.