The two boats that had pushed in were alone there, and I heard the sound of oars working lustily down the coast.
I turned and tumbled back the way I had come, scrambling and falling, cutting and bruising myself on the ragged rocks, and so up to our men.
"There are only two boats there," I shouted.

"The rest are off for the Creux." "Good lad!" cried George Hamon.

"Off after them, Phil, and keep them in sight.

Fire your pistol if they stop.

We'll divide and follow, and we'll not be far behind;" and I ran on past Les Fontaines and Creux Belet.
I heard them pass Banquette as I stood in the gorse of the hillside, and followed them round to Greve de la Ville, where there was little chance of their landing, as the shore is not easy, and the climb not tempting.
From there I could have cut across into the Creux Road, and been at the harbour long before them, but I thought best to follow the cliffs and keep them in touch, lest they should try any tricks.
They had to keep well out round Moie a Navet, but they came in again under Grande Moie, and so we came down the coast, they below and I above, till I ran across country, back of the Cagnons, and dropped into Creux Road just above the tunnel, and there found George Hamon with a good company come straight by the road from La Tour, and still panting hard from their rush.
"Ah, here you are, mon gars!" said Uncle George.