"For Uncle George said that no living man-- ?" "It was that made me think him a ghost," I said, "until I heard his flint and steel, which no ghost needs." "Did he come in the way we did ?" "He was standing just there when I woke.

I'll go and look," and I crept away down the narrow way till I found myself against the piled stones which blocked it, and felt certain that no one had passed that way since George Hamon went out and closed the door behind him.

I heard the in-coming tide gurgling in the channel outside, and returned to Carette much puzzled.
"He must have come by way of the Boutiques," I said, "for those stones have not been moved." "And yet Uncle George seemed certain that no one besides himself knew of this place.

'No living man'-- that is what he said." "He'll be the more surprised when he comes," I said, and we left it there.
The sight of Monsieur Torode lying there like a dead man was not a cheerful one, so we left him and went to our usual place by the water-cave.
And, when we came to the well, Carette said, "Ugh! it looks as if it knew all about it," and the bulging eye of the spring goggled furiously at us as we passed.
We had nothing to eat all that day, but drinks of water, mixed now and then with a little cognac.

For myself it did not matter much, for I had my pipe, but I felt keenly for Carette.