Sir John Constantine: Memoirs of His Adventures At Home and Abroad and Particularly in the Island of Corsica: Beginning with the Year 1756Quiller-Couch, Arthur
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Sir John Constantine: Memoirs of His Adventures At Home and Abroad and Particularly in the Island of Corsica: Beginning with the Year 1756
Quiller-Couch, Arthur
Corsica (France) -- Fiction
"To be sure I did. She can work round to Ajaccio and repair.
She will arrive evidently from the verge of total wreck, an ordinary
trader in ballast, with nothing suspicious about her. No questions
will be asked that Pomery cannot invent an answer for off-hand.
She will be allowed to repair, refit, and sail for reinforcements."
"Reinforcements? But where will you find reinforcements?"
"I must rely on Gervase to provide them. Meanwhile we have work on
hand. To begin with, we must clear up this mystery, which may oblige
us to camp here for some time."
"O-oh!" said I.
"You do not suggest, I hope, that we can abandon our comrades,
whatever has befallen them?"
"My dear father!" I protested.
"Tut, lad! I never supposed it of you. Well, it seems to me we are
more likely to clear up the mystery by sitting still than by beating
the woods. Do you agree?"
"To be sure," said I, "we may spare ourselves the trouble of
searching for it."
"I propose then, as our first move, that we step down to the ship
together and pack Captain Pomery off to Ajaccio with his orders--"
"Excuse me, sir," I interrupted. "_You_ shall step down to the ship,
while I wait here and guard the camp."
"My dear Prosper," said he, "I like the spirit of that offer: but,
upon my word, I hope you won't persist in it. These misadventures,
if I may confess it, get me on the raw, and I cannot leave you here
alone without feeling damnably anxious."
"Trust me, sir," I answered, "I shall be at least as uncomfortable
until you return. But I have an inkling that--whatever the secret
may be, and whether we surprise it or it surprises us--it will wait
until we are separated. Moreover, I have a theory to test. So far,
every man has disappeared outside the churchyard here and somewhere
on the side of the forest. The camp itself has been safe enough, and
so have the meadow and the path down to the creek. You will remember
that Billy was roaming the meadow for mushrooms at the very time we
lost Mr. Fett: yet Billy came to no harm. To be sure, the enemy,
having thinned us down to two, may venture more boldly; but if I keep
the camp here while you take the path down to the creek, and nothing
happens to either, we shall be narrowing the zone of danger, so to
speak."
My father nodded. "You will promise me not to set foot outside the
camp?"
"I will promise more," said I. "At the smallest warning I am going
to let off my piece. You must not be annoyed if I fetch you back on
a false alarm, or even an absurd one. I shall sit here with my
musket across my knees, and half a dozen others, all loaded, close
around me: and at the first sign of something wrong--at the crackling
of a twig, maybe--I shall fire. You, on your way to the creek, will
keep your eyes just as wide open and fire at the first hint of
danger."
"I don't like it," my father persisted.
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