"’Tis Alderney, and yon is the Casketts, and the Ortach; and there’s a swingeing tide carrying us through," answered an old seaman. And so it seemed, for they flew past the rocks, and staggered along before the still fresh breeze. Ralph went below, and dozed off once more. When he awoke again the motion of the vessel had ceased, but the noise on deck was great. "Rouse up, Ralph," called Dicky Cheke. "Here’s Guernsey, and we’re to wait here for those heavy-sailing tubs of ours, that haven’t got as far as Alderney yet, I’ll warrant." The whole of that day they spent at anchor off Peter Port. Ralph admired the grey castle Cornet, and the picturesque outlines of Herm, Jettou, and Sark, and marvelled greatly at the wonderful maze of rocks. About mid-day the masts of the other vessels could be seen round the south-eastern point under St Martin’s, and in a short time they dropped anchor abreast of the Captain’s ship. Their arrival was greeted by loud cheers from the latter vessel, and the ringing cheers which came back showed that the others had seen the captured Frenchman lying inshore of the Captain’s ship, with the Cross of St George waving over the Lilies of France. The same evening they weighed anchor again, but as the wind dropped, and the tide was on the turn, the Master thought it better to run in for Jersey and wait for morning. The next day at early dawn, with a favouring breeze, they once more weighed anchor, and stood out of St Helier’s Bay. In another two hours they sighted the high land of Cape Frehel, and with a fresh breeze and flowing tide they entered the intricate channel of St Malo. "So, this is France, is it?" said Dicky Cheke. "Marry, ’tis a barren place enough. I thought they called it a fertile land. They must be parlous odd plants as would grow on these bare rocks. Did you ever see such a lot of stones? Why, they’ve so many of them, they’ve been forced to throw them into the sea, and so fill up their harbour; or did they place them here to frighten strangers away?" They were scudding past the Cezembre, and all its dangerous reefs; past the Grand Jardin, and in a short time had dropped anchor in St Malo roadstead. The arrival of such a squadron as five English ships was an event in the usually tranquil lives of the inhabitants of St Malo. The town was held for the Duke of Brittany by a force of men-at-arms and demi-lances, and a force of Swiss or Allemaynes, as the English called them, had already arrived, sent by the King of the Romans to assist his betrothed wife. The Captain of the Wight was speedily visited by the Governor of the place, and Ralph was delighted to see, accompanying that official, his old friend the Sire de la Roche Guemené, who greeted him with frank courtesy, and welcomed him to Brittany. The capture of the French vessel was looked upon as a lucky omen.