He turned. About fifteen paces behind him, in one of the passages between the rocks, stood a little man holding a revolver in his hand.
The Quaker answered:
“As you see. Good-day, Sieur Clubin.”
The little man started.
“You know me?”
“You knew me very well,” replied Rantaine.
Meanwhile they could hear a sound of oars on the sea. It was the approach of the boat which the officer had observed.
Sieur Clubin said in a low tone, as if speaking to himself:
“It was done quickly.”
“What can I do to oblige you?” asked Rantaine.