If old Simpson should come along
too early, why, you and I could hide him away here till it is dark
enough to throw him over. And you'll surely catch old Fraser and
the two women on the road between eleven and two. It will take over
an hour to drive from the pier in this weather.
"All right!" sternly said Hawke. "Send your man right away. I will
tell them what to do later, when I meet them. Let him send the
boatswain and two men to meet us here, and wait and hide with the
others around the tower. I will hunt in the bushes till I run on
them. Stay! He can come back here to me with the three!"
It was already dark when the four men returned to where Alan Hawke
lay perdu with his murderous mate. Not a light was now to be seen
but the one glimmer below in the "Public," on the Rozel pier. And
the very last words had been spoken between "Gentleman Jack Blunt"
and his crafty employer. "Now, remember," said Jack, "Antoine here
goes down with orders to come up the cliff ahead of old Simpson.
You'll surely be warned of his approach. You can give the boatswain
his orders; there'll be three to one. Your man leads you to your men
at the tower. And I am to crack that crib and make for the Hirondelle!
"If chased, the boat runs out to sea, and you are both only honest,
French fishermen storm-driven ashore in search of supplies!"
"That's it, Jack! You are to wait for me, if the house is not
alarmed.
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