"I brought captain of brig up here and he wouldn't put a foot on it. Not for five hundred pounds, he said."
"It would have taken more than five hundred pounds to piece him together if he'd tumbled down there."
"That's so."
A young moon, and a clear sky still rarely light and lofty in the amber after-glow, gave them a safe passage back.
When they reached the house among the trees, Gard bethought him of his belongings.
"And my things from the quay?" he suggested.
"G'zammin! That boy has forgotten all about them, I'll be bound. I'll take the cart down myself."
"I'll go with you."
When they got back with the box and bag, which no one had touched since they were dropped on to the platform four hours before, they found that Nance and Bernel had got home and gone off to bed, having taken advantage of being across in Sark to call on some of their friends there.
Gard wondered how they would have fared if they had happened to be on the Coupée when the white horse went thundering across.