Carette of Sark by John Oxenham
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on each side--set unaccustomed heads swimming, and put tremors into legs
that were steady even at sea. My sudden disappearance had puzzled them. They were discussing the matter with heat, and I could hear young Torode's voice above the rest urging them forward and girding at their lack of courage. Their broken growls came back to me also. "Girl's yours, 'tis for you to follow her." "Fools!" said Torode. "If he escapes, your necks are in the noose." "He's down cliff, and she ran on." "We'd have seen him fall. He's behind one of them stacks, an'--" "Not me--on an edge like that--and ne'er a rope to lay hold of." "Ropewalking's no part of a seaman's duty,"--and the like, while Torode stormed between whiles and cursed them for cowards. "Bien!" I heard at last. "If you are all such curs, I'll go myself. If he shows, shoot him. You're brave enough for that. He can't hurt you." I heard his steps along the narrow path, and wrenched out a chunk of rock from the crumbling pillar to heave at him. He came on cautiously, and I stood with the missile poised to hurl the moment he appeared. He was evidently in doubt as to my hiding-place. I pressed away round the pillar as far as I dared--till another step must |
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