There stood Buonespoir and Abednego in a narrow roadway, motionless and unconcerned.

The halberdiers rushed forward.
"Perquage! Perquage! Perquage!" shouted Buonespoir, and the bright moonlight showed him grinning.

For an instant there was deadly stillness, in which the approaching footsteps of the Seigneur sounded loud.
"Perquage!" Buonespoir repeated.
"Perquage! Fall back!" said the Seigneur, and waved off the pikes of the halberdiers.

"He has sanctuary to the sea." This narrow road in which the pirates stood was the last of three in the Isle of Jersey running from churches to the sea, in which a criminal was safe from arrest by virtue of an old statute.

The other perquages had been taken away; but this one of Rozel remained, a concession made by Henry VIII to the father of this Raoul Lempriere.