You do not kill a Sark man like that and go free.
Noh--pardie!" "I have killed no man--" A gun rang out in the boat, and the shot spatted on the rocks not a yard from him.
Coming in, they knew, meant certain death for one among them, and, keen as they were to lay hands on him, no man had any wish to be that one.
The oars creaked away into the darkness, and he climbed to the ridge to make sure they made no attempt on the other side.
But discretion had prevailed.

One man could not hold L'Etat from invasion at half-a-dozen points at once.

They could bide their time, and take him by force of numbers.
He heard them go creaking off towards the Creux, and turned and went back along the ridge to find Nance..