The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 6Parker, Gilbert
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The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms — Volume 6
Parker, Gilbert
Anglo-French War, 1793-1802 -- Fiction; Channel Islands -- Fiction
Mattingley nearly dropped his musket in surprise. He soon knew the tale
of Ranulph's misfortunes, but he had not yet been told of his present
plans when there came a quick footstep, and Carterette was at her
father's side. Unlike Mattingley, she did drop her musket at the sight
of Ranulph. Her lips opened, but at first she could not speak--this was
more than she had ever dared hope for, since those dark days
in Jersey. Ranulph here! She pressed her hands to her heart to stop its
throbbing.
Presently she was trembling with excitement at the story of how Ranulph
had been pressed at St. Malo, and, all that came after until this very
day.
"Go along with Carterette," said Mattingley. "Alixandre is at the house;
he'll help you away into the woods."
As Ranulph hurried away with Carterette, he told her his design.
Suddenly she stopped short, "Ranulph Delagarde," she said vehemently,
"you can't climb Perch Rock. No one has ever done it, and you must not
try. Oh, I know you are a great man, but you mustn't think you can do
this. You will be safe where we shall hide you. You shall not climb the
rock-ah no, ba su!"
He pointed towards the Post. "They wouldn't leave a stick standing there
if you hid me. No, I'm going to the top of the rock."
"Man doux terrible!" she said in sheer bewilderment, and then was
suddenly inspired. At last her time had come.
"Pardingue," she said, clutching his arm, "if you go to the top of Perch
Rock, so will I!"
In spite of his anxiety he almost laughed.
"But see--but see," he said, and his voice dropped; "you couldn't stay up
there with me all alone, garcon Carterette. And Richambeau would be
firing on you too!"
She was very angry, but she made no reply, and he continued quickly:
"I'll go straight to the rock now. When they miss me there'll be a pot
boiling, you may believe. If I get up," he added, "I'll let a string
down for a rope you must get for me. Once on top they can't hurt me....
Eh ben, A bi'tot, gargon Carterette!"
"O my good! O my good!" said the girl with a sudden change of mood.
"To think you have come like this, and perhaps--" But she dashed the
tears from her eyes, and bade him go on.
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