"Truly yes. This Torode is a murderer and worse. He fights under both flags. He is Main Rouge in France and Torode of Herm. He slaughtered John Ozanne and all our crew before my eyes, and why my life was spared I know not."
"If he sees you he will kill you."
"Or I kill him."
"Phil, he will kill you. Oh, go!—go quick and rouse the Sercq men and Peter Port. You need not fear for me. I will never wed with young Torode—not if they kill me for it—"
And my heart was glad in spite of its heaviness and perplexity.
"When will they come to you again, Carette? And who is it comes?"
"A woman—madame, I suppose. She brought me my supper. I think they are going away."
"Yes, they are going. They are going because I have come back alive, and Torode knows the game is up if I get to Peter Port."
And that started her off again on that string, but I understood the tune of it quite well.
"That is it," she urged. "Get across to Peter Port, Phil, and rouse them there, and stop their going." But she only said it to get me away out of danger, and I knew it.