Therewasanawfulsavageyell，aturmoilonthedarkpath，shotsfired，blows，groans:andwiththesoundofsmashedbushes，theshoutsofthepursuersandthescreamsofthepursued，theman-hunt，thewarder-hunt，passedbymeintotheinterioroftheisland。Iwasalone。AndIassureyou，monsieur，Iwasindifferenttoeverything。Afterstandingstillforawhile，IwalkedonalongthepathtillIkickedsomethinghard。I
stoopedandpickedupawarder\'srevolver。Ifeltwithmyfingersthatitwasloadedinfivechambers。InthegustsofwindIheardtheconvictscallingtoeachotherfaraway，andthenarollofthunderwouldcoverthesoughingandrustlingofthetrees。Suddenly，abiglightranacrossmypathverylowalongtheground。
Anditshowedawoman\'sskirtwiththeedgeofanapron。
\"Iknewthatthepersonwhocarrieditmustbethewifeoftheheadwarder。Theyhadforgottenallabouther，itseems。Ashotrangoutintheinterioroftheisland，andshecriedouttoherselfassheran。Shepassedon。Ifollowed，andpresentlyIsawheragain。
Shewaspullingatthecordofthebigbellwhichhangsattheendofthelanding-pier，withonehand，andwiththeothershewasswingingtheheavylanterntoandfro。ThisistheagreedsignalfortheIleRoyaleshouldassistanceberequiredatnight。Thewindcarriedthesoundawayfromourislandandthelightsheswungwashiddenontheshoresidebythefewtreesthatgrownearthewarders\'house。