I had never heard him whistle before.
"Tardif!" I cried, attempting to shout, but my voice sounded very weak in my own ears, and the other sounds about me seemed very loud.

He went on with his unlading, half whistling and half humming his tune, as he landed the nets and creel on the beach.
"Tardif!" I called again, summoning all my strength, and raising my head an inch or two from the hard pebbles which had been its resting-place.
He paused then, and stood quite still, listening.

I knew it, though I could not see him.

I ran the fingers of my right hand through the loose pebbles about me, and his ear caught the slight noise.

In a moment I heard his strong feet coming across them toward me.
"Mon Dieu! mam'zelle," he exclaimed, "what has happened to you ?" I tried to smile as his honest, brown face bent over me, full of alarm.
It was so great a relief to see a face like his after that long, weary agony, for it had been agony to me, who did not know what bodily pain was like.