t and punished it will only add to Mrs. Pixley's and Charles's
trouble, and benefit nobody. But he is very obstinate. He has
evidently planned out his future. I doubt if he'll turn from it."

"And you, Hennie?" asked Graeme.

"I think you should help him if you possibly can. It's horrible to
think of him hiding there and in fear of being caught--"

"Helping him in any case is against the law--"

"Blood is thicker than water," said Hennie Penny earnestly.

"--But if some present benefit was to come to his creditors I should
consider it right to do it, not otherwise."

"Suppose you go across, and see him, and talk it over with him, Mr.
Pixley?" said Hennie Penny.

"I suppose that's the only thing to be done," groaned Charles. "How do
you get there?"

"The _Courier_ would call here by arrangement--up at the Eperquerie,"
said Graeme. "She can't come in, of course. It means lying out in a
small boat and waiting for her. What do you say to us all going? In
fact, unless we do, how are we going to explain Charles's going to
Mrs. Pixley?"

Charles nodded.

"You could go and see him and we could talk it over again afterwards.
I'm inclined to think that he won't accept, you know."

"I don't believe he will, and it'll be a bit hard to refuse him any
help, if he really is on his beam ends."

"He wouldn't have written to you if he could have done without, you
may count upon that."

"Is he as safe there as he seems to think?" asked Charles.

"Yes, I think so. Safer probably than in Cherbourg. It's an
out-of-the-way place, from all accounts."

Discuss it as they would, they could not get beyond Graeme's proposal,
and so at last they went back home, decided on the visit to Alderney
on the morrow, but all feeling doubtful, and some of them distinctly
nervous, as to the outcome of it.

IX

The little party that lay in wait for the Alderney steamer in old Jack
Guille's boat off the Eperquerie, next morning, was eminently lacking
in the vivacity that usually distinguishes such parties when the sea
is smooth and the sky is blue. In fact, when they got on board, the
Captain decided in his own mind that they must all have quarrelled
before starting. There was no sign of anything of the kind about them
now, it is true, but that might just be their good manners. For
English people are not like the Sark and Guernsey folk, who, when they
do quarrel, let all the world know about it.

These four had apparently little to say