Part 42 (1/2)

”He's not on L'Etat, anyway, ma fille,” and they lifted the body on to a piece of sailcloth, and carried it off through the tunnel for the Senechal to look into.

So Stephen Gard's hiding-place had proved effective, and they had not found him. But, of a certainty, he must be starving, and so away home sped Nance, to prepare a parcel of food to take across to him. And Julie, her black brows pinched together and her face set in a frown of venomous intention, never once let her out of her sight.

It was after midnight when Nance stole across the fields, carrying her little parcel and her swimming-bladders, and made her way to Breniere point.

It was a still night, with a sky full of stars, and her heart was high for the moment, though when her thoughts ran on, in spite of her, it fell again. For things could not go on this way for ever, and she saw no way out.

She dropped her outer things by a bush, and let herself quietly down the rocks and into the water, and the black-faced woman who presently stood by that bush snarled curses after her and was filled with unholy exultation. For Nance could have only one reason for going across there, and on the morrow the men should hear of it, and she would give them no rest till Gard was made an end of.

What that thing was that they had brought home, she did not know, but they were fools to be satisfied with that when the man they had gone after was undoubtedly still on the rock.

So she sat down by Nance's gown and cloak, and revolved schemes for her discomfiture and the undoing of Stephen Gard.

CHAPTER x.x.xIII

HOW HOPE CAME ONCE AGAIN

Nance found the pa.s.sage of the Race more trying then ever before. The strain of these latter days had been very great, and the thought of Bernel tended to unnerve her.

On the other hand, the knowledge that Gard had outwitted the whole strength of the Island cheered and braced her, and she struggled valiantly through the broken waters till at last she hung panting on the black ledge where she was in the habit of landing.

She scrambled up among the boulders and made straight for the great wall. She had decided in her own mind that he would probably be somewhere in there, possibly afraid to come out, as he would not know if the Sark men were still on the rock.

As nearly as she could, she climbed to the place she had seen the men go in, and then she cried softly, ”Steve! Mr. Gard!” and went on calling, as she moved up and down along the base of the wall.

And at last her heart jumped wildly as she heard her name faintly from inside the wall, and presently Gard himself came crawling from under the big slab and jumped down to her side.

”Nance! You are a good angel to me,” and he flung his arms round her and kissed her again and again.

”But oh, my dear, I would not have you risk your life for me like this.”

”It is nothing. I am all right,” said Nance, forgetting the weariness and dangers of the pa.s.sage in her joy at finding him alive and well. ”I have brought you food,” and she pushed her little parcel into his hands.

”I hardly dare to eat it when I think what it has cost you.”

”That would be foolish, and you must be starving.”

”Truly, I am hungry--”

”Eat, then!” and she seized the package and began to tear it open. ”It will make me still more glad to see you eat.”

”Well, then--” and Nance was gladder than ever that she had come.

”Have they all gone back?” he asked anxiously, as he munched.

”They came back this morning, bringing a strange dead man.”

”I know. I put him there--”