Julie's watching her like a cat. It was she
and Peter stirred up the men against you. All day yesterday the whole
Island was out looking for you, dead or alive, and very much puzzled as
to what had become of you. And Julie's got a suspicion that we know.
They searched the house for you in spite of mother and Grannie, but they
won't forget Grannie in a hurry, and I don't think they'll come back,"
and he laughed at the recollection of it.

"What did Grannie do?"

"She just looked at them from under that big black sun-bonnet, and
muttered things no one heard. But her eyes were like points of burning
sticks, and they all crept out one after another, afraid of they didn't
know what. But Julie's been on the watch all day, and would hardly let
us out of her sight. But she couldn't watch us both when we were not
together. So Nance got a bundle of things ready for you, and then went
out with another bundle and Julie followed her, and I slipped off here."

"Bernel, I don't know how to thank you all! What should I have done
without you?"

"You'd have been dead, most likely. It's not that they cared much for
Tom, you know, but they don't like the idea of a Sark man being killed
by a foreigner and no one paying for it."

"But I'm not a foreigner--"

"Yes you are, to them. Of course you're not a Frenchman, but all the
same you're not a Sark man. Good thing for you you'd lived with us and
we'd got to know you and like you."

"Yes, that was a good thing indeed. I'm only sorry to have brought you
trouble and to be such a trouble to you."

"If we thought you'd done it of course we wouldn't trouble. But we know
you couldn't have."

"Nothing fresh has turned up?"

"Nothing yet. But Nance says it will, sure. Truth must out, she says."

"It's a weary while of coming out sometimes, Bernel. And I can't spend
the rest of my life here, you know."

"She said you were to keep your heart up. You never know what may
happen."

"Tell her I can stand it because of all her goodness to me. If I hadn't
her to think of I might go mad in time."

"I've brought you a rabbit I snared. Nance cooked it."

"That was good of her. Can you eat puffins' eggs?"

"They want a bit of getting used to," laughed the boy. "But they're
better cooked than raw."

"I can cook them. I found part of an old boat, and I've plugged up all
the holes in the shelter, and I only light a fire at night. Could I fish
here?"

"Too big a sea close in. I've got some i