In a few words Belfort explained where the light had been seen, and
where, according to his judgment, the steamer must have taken the
rocks.

"If the good God has farther use for any of them, he will throw them
on the shore a kilometre to the east of us, where the wire rope
descends from the cliff to the shore for the seaweed," said the
priest.

The other nodded.

"What must be done must be done quickly. Let us go," said the
little cure in his rather bustling manner, at which the great, slow-
limbed fishermen were wont to laugh.

"Where to?"

"Along the shore."

"With a rising tide racing in before a north-westerly wind?" said
Belfort, grimly, and shook his head.

"Why not? You have your two legs, and there is Some One--up there!"

"I shouldn't have thought it," answered the man, glancing up at the
storm-driven clouds. "However, where a priest can go a one-armed
man can surely follow. We need lanterns and a bottle of brandy."

"Yes; I will wait and watch here while you fetch them."