because they found Tom Hamon there, they'll find Peter too,"
guffawed another, and they rolled on into their homes, chuckling at the
simplicity of women and children.

Arrived at the Coupee, the little mob of sensation-seekers peered
fearfully about. One small boy, cleverer or more groovy-minded than the
rest, struck off along the headland to the left. It was from there
Charles Guille had seen Tom Hamon. Perhaps from there he would see
something, too.

And no sooner was he there, where he could see to the foot of the cliffs
in Coupee Bay, than he commenced to dance and wave his arms like a mad
thing, because the words he wanted to shout choked him tight so that he
could hardly breathe.

They streamed out along the cliff and huddled there, struck chill with
fright in spite of the blazing sun.

For there, under the cliff, in the same spot as they found Tom Hamon,
lay another dark, huddled figure, and they knew it must be Peter.

The finding of Tom had filled them with anger against Gard. The finding
of Peter filled them with fear.

Gard had sufficed as explanation and scapegoat for Tom's death, and as
vent for their feelings. But what of Peter's?

It had not been Gard, then? And if not Gard, who?

For, whoever it was, he was still at large, and any of them might be the
next.

There were new terrors in the eyes that gazed so wildly on the narrow
white path and the towering pinnacles of the Coupee. They had been
familiar with it all, all their lives, but suddenly it had become
strange to them.

If grisly Death, all bones and scythe, had come stalking along it before
their eyes at that moment, they would have shrieked, no doubt, and
fallen flat, but he would have no more than answered to their feelings
and fulfilled their expectations.

As it was, when the Seigneur's big white stallion stuck his head over
the green dyke behind them, and gave a shrill neigh at the unexpected
sight of so many people in a field which was usually occupied only by
Charles Guille's two mild-eyed cows and their calves, the women screamed
and the children lied.

"Man doux! but I thought it was the devil himself," said old Mrs.
Guille. "Oui-gia!" and shook an angry fist at him.

But the discoverer of the body was already away along the road to
Vauroque, covering the ground like a little incarnation of ill-news.

The exertion of running cleared away the choking, if it took his breath.
He shouted as he drew near the houses.

"Ah, ba