We shall beat them again." "You won't go and get yourself killed, Phil dear, just when you've come back to me ?" "That I won't.

And when they've come and gone--" and I comforted her with warmer things than words.

And Tintageu, and the black Gouliot rocks, and all the straining headlands seemed to look at us for a moment, and then turned and stared out anxiously at Herm.
And then I jumped up quickly, and stood for a moment staring as they stared.
"Tiens!--Yes--they are coming! Allons, ma cherie!" and we set off at a run for Beaumanoir to give the alarm.

For, out of the shadow of Herm, half a dozen black objects had crept and were making straight for Sercq, and I understood that the look-out boats, and the boats of those who had hurried across from Sercq, had been left on the shell beach because the channel was probably blocked, and that the broken remnants of Herm had fled across the Island and were coming down to take a bite at us, as Aunt Jeanne had predicted.
A dozen of the neighbours, who had gathered about the gate of Beaumanoir, came running to meet us--the two Guilles from Dos d'Ane and Clos Bourel, Thomas De Carteret from La Vauroque, Thomas Godfray of Dixcart, and Henri Le Masurier from Grand Dixcart, Elie Guille from Le Carrefour, Jean Vaudin, and Pierre Le Feuvre, and Philippe Guille from La Genetiere.

George Hamon and Amice Le Couteur, the Senechal, from La Tour, were just coming down the lane, and every man carried such arms as he could muster.
"They're coming!" I shouted, and Amice Le Couteur, panting with his haste from the north, took command in virtue of his office, since Peter Le Pelley, the Seigneur, was away in London.
"How many, Phil Carre ?" he asked.
"I counted six boats, but they were too far off to see how many in them." "So! Run on, you, Jean Vaudin and Abraham Guille, and tell us how they are heading.