Le Marchant thought on these things, and before we were into the town he panted them out, and turned off suddenly to the left and made for the open country.
"We'll strike right through to Carteret," he jerked.

"The boat must go....
He'll look for us in the town and the wind's against him for La Hague....
We must get across before he can get round." "How far across ?" "Less than twenty miles....

There soon after midnight....

Steal a boat if necessary." We settled down into a steady walk and got our wind back, and my spirits rose, and hope showed head once more.

If we could get across to Sercq before Torode could lay us by the heels, we would be safe among our own folks, and, unless I was very much mistaken, he would no more than visit Herm and away before I could raise Peter Port against him.
Neither of us had travelled that land before, but we knew the direction we had to take, and the stars kept us to our course.
We pressed on without a halt, for every moment was of importance, and for the most part we went in silence.