"It is good to be so well looked after," she smiled through her fears. "If only we knew that your grandfather was all right—"
"Philip will be here before long," said Uncle George confidently. "When he sees which way they've taken he will guess what they're up to and will bring on some of the Guernsey men. If we can't keep them at arm's length till then we're a set of lubbers."
"You'll be careful of yourselves," she said wistfully, as we stood at the top of the slope. "I—we can't spare either of you yet."
We promised every possible caution, and she went on to join the other women, while Uncle George and I ran across to the men standing in a dark clump on the Moie de Mouton.
EPERQUERIE BAY. Showing the bluff from which the men of SARK fired down on the men of HERM as they landed the boats.