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--"

"Who is he?"

"I found him in a cave inside the rock. He had been left there very many
years ago with his hands and feet tied. I think he must have been a
Customs officer of long ago."

Nance shivered, and he felt it.

"You are cold, Nance dear, and I am thinking only of myself;" and he
took off his jacket and put it over her slim wet shoulders, in spite of
herself.

"If they have all gone back we could go to the shelter. They may have
left some of the things there;" and they went along and found the cloak
and blanket, and he wrapped them about her.

"I found a still larger cave out of the other one, and I was in there
when they came after me. I had put the dead man in the tunnel, and when
I came back he was gone; but I did not dare to come out, for I was
afraid they might be on the watch still."

"The dead man frightened them. I do not think they will come back. They
are afraid of ghosts."

"I hoped he would scare them. But what is to be the end of it all, Nance
dear? Things cannot go on this way. Would it be possible to get me a
boat and let me get over to Guernsey?"

"If you will wait a little time, that is what we must do, if the truth
does not come out."

"And meanwhile you may be drowned in trying to keep me from starving."

"I shall not be drowned and you shall not starve," she said resolutely.

"I would sooner live on puffins' eggs than have you swim across that
place. My heart goes right down into my feet when I think of it."

"There is no need. I am all right."

"The Senechal and the Seigneur could not stop them?"

"Mr. Le Pelley is in Guernsey still. The Senechal they would not listen
to. But the truth will come out if only you will wait."

"If I get away, will you come to me, Nance? And all my life I will give
to making you happy."

"Yes, I will come. But it will be sore leaving Sark. To a Sark-born
there is no other place in the world like Sark."

"All my life I will give to making up for it."

"We will see. Now I must go, or it will be daylight before I get back."

"I shall be in misery till I know you are safe."

"It w