Besides, the guard could relieve itself for once without his supervision.
"Very well, at eight then, dearest." "Hush!" said she.

"Here comes that stupid captain." And as Frere left her, she turned, and with her eyes fixed on the convict barricade, dropped the handkerchief she held in her hand over the poop railing.

It fell at the feet of the amorous captain, and with a quick upward glance, that worthy fellow picked it up, and brought it to her.
"Oh, thank you, Captain Blunt," said she, and her eyes spoke more than her tongue.
"Did you take the laudanum ?" whispered Blunt, with a twinkle in his eye.
"Some of it," said she.

"I will bring you back the bottle to-night." Blunt walked aft, humming cheerily, and saluted Frere with a slap on the back.

The two men laughed, each at his own thoughts, but their laughter only made the surrounding gloom seem deeper than before.
Sarah Purfoy, casting her eyes toward the barricade, observed a change in the position of the three men.