l.

"Ah! one of the young Englishmen!" she exclaimed; and she opened the
window.

Bill jumped in.

"I am so happy to see you!" she cried. "Where have you come from? And
your friend Jack, where is he? Have you both escaped from the soldiers?
We thought you were in prison long ago;" and Jeannette put so many
questions that Bill had great difficulty in answering them. He,
however, soon contrived to let her know all that had happened, and then
inquired for her father and mother and brother.

"Mother is in bed, quite ill," she said; "she was so frightened by the
soldiers, expecting to be carried off to prison, that she has not got
over it. My father and Pierre are out fishing. I expect them home
before midnight, but they said that they should be out later than
usual."

"I should like to stop and see them," said Bill; "but in the meantime,
can you give me something to eat? I am nearly starved."

"Of course," cried Jeannette; and she quickly placed some food before
Bill, which he as quickly attacked.

"Well, you are hungry!" she observed, "but eat away. I wish I had known
before how near you were to us, and I would have brought you
provisions."

"Can you bring them to us now?" asked Bill. "If we do not manage to get
off, we shall soon be hungry again."

"Of course I will," she answered; "but it would not be safe for me to
bring them all the way to the cave. I know, however, a place much
nearer this where I could hide them, and you can come and fetch them."

"But how am I to know the place?" asked Bill.

"I will describe it to you," answered Jeannette. "You remarked, as you
came along, a break in the cliff, with a stream running down the bottom.
On the right side of the stream, about ten feet from high-water mark,
there is a small hollow just large enough for one person to creep in. I
took shelter there once when I was a little girl, having been caught in
a storm as I was rambling along the sands so I remember it well."

Bill thought he could find the place, and would look for it as he went
back. Jeannette promised to bring a basket every other day, directly
the morning tide went down, so that Bill would know exactly when to go
and fetch the food. He thanked her very much, and promised to follow
her directions.

He then asked her about a boat, but she could say nothing till her
father and Pierre returned. They might know of one, but as there was
very small chance of her ever being restored to her