CHAPTER II.
HOW RACHEL CARRE WENT BACK TO HER FATHER "You paid off some of your old score up there, last night, George," said one of the men who had stood watching the boat which carried Martel back to Guernsey.
"Just a little bit," said Hamon, as he rubbed his hand gently over a big bruise on the side of his head.

"He's a devil to fight and as strong as an ox;" and they turned and followed the Senechal and Philip Carre through the tunnel.
"Good riddance!" said a woman in the crowd, taking off her black sun-bonnet and giving it an angry shake before putting it on again.

"We don't want any of that kind here,"-- with a meaning look at the big fishermen behind, which set them grinning and winking knowingly.
"Aw then, Mistress Guilbert," said one, lurching uncomfortably under her gaze, with his hands deep in his trouser pockets.

"We others know better than that." "And a good thing for you, too.

That kind of work won't go down in Sercq, let me tell you.