And then, along the narrow way that leads up into Sercq, there came the sound of many feet, and I knew that all was well.
They came foaming up over the brow, an urgent crowd--Abraham Guille from Clos Bourel, and Abraham Guille from Dos d'Ane, William Le Masurier from La Jaspellerie, Henri Le Masurier from Grand Dixcart, Thomas Godfray from Dixcart, and Thomas De Carteret from La Vauroque--just as Carette had come across them and told them of my need.

They had snatched their guns from the hanging racks and come at once.
They gave a shout at sight of me behind the stack and Torode's body being dragged slowly up the path.

The Herm men gave them a hasty volley and went off over Little Sercq towards Gorey, two of them carrying young Torode between them, and the Sercq men came running across the Coupee to greet me.
"Sercq wins!" cried one.
"Wounded, Phil ?" asked another, at sight of my arm, which hung limp and bleeding.
"A scratch on the shoulder.

Torode fired and I downed him with a rock." "Shall we follow them and give them a lesson ?" "Let them go," I said.

"I have got all I wanted, since Carette is safe." "Come, then.