And looking, we saw three boats pull out from the channel between Herm and Jethou.

One came past us towards the north-east, and Uncle George made us lie flat behind gorse cushions till it was out of sight round Bec du Nez, though by crawling a little way up the head we could see it lying watchfully about a mile away.

Another went off round Little Sercq to stop any communication with Jersey.

The third lay in the way between Sercq and Peter Port.
"M.

Torode shuts the doors," said my grandfather tersely.