That was his father's name.

He shrank as from a blow--his father was betraying Jersey to the French! "Of course, the pilot, he's all right," the Frenchman answered the baker.

"He was to have been hung here for murder.

He got away, and now he's having his turn by fetching Rullecour's wolves to eat up your green-bellies.

By to-morrow at seven Jersey 'll belong to King Louis." "I've done my promise," rejoined Carcaud the baker; "I've been to three of the guard-houses on St.Clement's and Grouville.