HOW WE RAN AGAINST THE LAW FOR THE SAKE OF A WOMAN When I recovered sufficiently to take notice of things, I was sitting in the tunnel with my back against the wall, a big fire of broken wood was burning brightly, and men were carrying in others from the harbour.

The carried men were bound, and the others were strangers to me.
A flask was put to my mouth, and I took a pull at it, and turned to find Krok smiling his content at my recovery.
"Was it you, Krok ?" and I shook both his hands heartily, while he held the flask between his knees.
"And my grandfather ?" I asked.

"Is he hurt ?" And Krok nodded and then shook his head.
"Hurt, but not badly ?" and he nodded quickly.
"And these are Guernsey men ?" He nodded again, and one of them came up and asked, "Feeling better?
You had a tough job here all alone.

We came ashore on the other side, and were hurrying towards the firing lower down there when we heard the gun begin, and your friend here brought us down this road on the jump.

He doesn't speak much, but he's got mighty good ears and sense." "You were just in time.