"That is Colonel Menard!" cried Angelique.
Her father opened one of the dormer windows and held the lantern out of
it. Below the steep roof a boat was dashed by the swell, and Colonel
Menard and his oarsman were trying to hold it off from the eaves. A
lantern was fastened in the prow.
"How do you make a landing at this port?"
"The saints know, colonel. But we will land you. How dared you venture
out in the trail of such a storm?"
"I do not like to wait on weather, Captain Saucier. Besides, I am a good
swimmer. Are you all safe?"
"Safe, thank Heaven," called Madame Saucier, reviving at the hint of
such early rescue, and pressing to the window beside her husband. "But
here are twenty people, counting our slaves, driven to the roof almost
without warning; and who can say where the water will stop?"
"On that account, madame, I came out with the boat as soon as I could.
But we shall be stove in here. Monsieur the captain, can you let the
family down the roof to me?"
Captain Saucier thought he could, and he saw it would have to be done
quickly.
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