"When he sees which way they've taken he will guess what they're up to and will bring on some of the Guernsey men.

If we can't keep them at arm's length till then we're a set of lubbers." "You'll be careful of yourselves," she said wistfully, as we stood at the top of the slope.

"I--we can't spare either of you yet." We promised every possible caution, and she went on to join the other women, while Uncle George and I ran across to the men standing in a dark clump on the Moie de Mouton..