"Cheer thy heart, lady." With a sudden impulse she seized his hand and kissed it, and, turning, ran swiftly down the rocks towards her home.
He stood and looked after her, then, dumfounded, at the hand she had kissed.
"Blood of my heart!" he said, and shook his head in utter amazement.
Then he turned and looked out upon the Channel.

He saw the little boat Angele had descried making from France.

Glancing at the sky, "What fools come there!" he said anxiously.
They were Michel de la Foret and Buonespoir the pirate, in a black-bellied cutter with red sails..