.

What could they be at? She stood gazing intently.

The two came up again, and--yes--they carried something, or one of them
did, and they two went off round the corner also. And presently she saw
the boat coming round, and saw by its head that it was for the Creux.
She turned and sped across by the same way as yesterday, and Julie
followed her at a safe distance. And it seemed to Nance, as she hurried
through the familiar hedge-gaps and lanes and across the headlands, that
the world had lost its brightness, and that life was desperately hard
and trying.

On Derrible Head there might be a chance of seeing. She ran up to the
highest point by the old cannon, just as the boat was coming in under La
Conchee.

And--oh, mon Dieu! mon Dieu! yes--there, in the bows, lay the body of a
man!--and the tears she had kept back all day broke out now in a fury of
weeping. She could hardly see, but she ran on, falling at times and
bruising herself, staggering to her feet again, stumbling blindly
through a mist of tears.

The boat was drawn up by the time she got there, and a curious crowd
surrounded it. She pushed through. She must see.

And then the weight fell off her heart, and it was all she could do to
keep from screaming. For this poor thing, whatever it was, was not
Stephen Gard and never had been.

She wanted to sing and dance and scream her joy aloud. They had not
found him.

"What is this, John Drillot?" asked Julie, alongside her, black with
anger, as she pointed to the body.

"Ma fe--a ghost, they say. John Trevna shot him, but he had been dead a
long time before that, though he was alive last night, for Peter had
hold of his leg as he ran."

"And where is the other--the one you went for?"

"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