Carette of Sark

by John Oxenham

"What is it, then, Martin? Who is he?" he asked, staring at me.

"Says he's Phil Carré, of Belfontaine, but—"

And the other dark face broke into a smile. "Tiens, I remember. You came across once before—"

"Yes. You had the measles."

"And what brings you this time, Phil Carré?"

"I want to speak with Monsieur Le Marchant."

"And to see Carette, I think you said, Monsieur Phil Carré," said the other.

"Certainly."

"Come along, then," said Helier, the new-comer. "There is no harm in Phil Carré. You have not by any chance gone into the preventive service, Monsieur Carré?" he laughed.

"Not quite. I'm off to the privateering. It's that I want to speak to your father about."