"You are not from this part of the country," the peasant, who was speaking in the patois of Normandy, remarked. "No, we come from the south; but one of our comrades comes from Cherbourg and, as he cannot get away, we are going to see his friends and tell them that he is well. It is a holiday for us, and we may as well go there as anywhere else." The explanation was simple enough for the peasant, and Terence continued chatting with him until they landed. "You do not need to go through Avranches," the latter said. "Take the road by the coast through Granville to Coutances." "How far is it to Coutances?" "About twenty miles. At least, so I have heard, for I have never been there." After walking a few miles, they went down on to the seashore and lay down among some rocks until evening. At eight o'clock they started again and walked boldly through Granville, where their sailor's dress would, they felt sure, attract no attention. It was about nine o'clock when they entered the place. Their reason for doing so at this hour was that they wished to lay in a stock of provisions, as they did not intend to enter Coutances until late at night; when they hoped to be able to get hold of a boat, at once. They had just made their purchases when they met a fat little man, with a red sash--which showed him to be the Maire of the place, or some other public functionary. "Where are you going, and what ship do you belong to?" he asked pompously. "We are sailors on our way from Saint Malo to Cherbourg," Terence replied. "You have papers, of course?" "Of course, Monsieur le Maire." "I must see them," the Maire said. "Come with me to my house, close by." There were several persons near, and a man in civil uniform was with the Maire. Therefore Terence gave an apparently willing assent and, followed by the functionary, they went into a house close by. A lamp was burning on the table in the hall. "Light these candles in my office," the Maire said. "The women have gone up to bed." The man turned a key, went in and, bringing out two candles, lighted them at the lamp; and they then went into the room. The Maire seated himself in an armchair at the table. The minor functionary placed the two suspected persons on the side facing him, and took his place standing by their side. As they were going in, Terence whispered: "If there is trouble, I will take this fellow, and you manage the Maire." "Now," that functionary said, "let me see your papers. "Why," he exclaimed, looking at the names, "you are not Frenchmen!" "No," Terence said quietly. "We do not pretend to be but, as you see, we are sailors who have done service on board a French privateer." "But where is this privateer?" "I don't know, Monsieur le Maire. We were not satisfied with our treatment, so we left her at Brest."