It will save you a lot of trouble." "Oh! All right!" exclaimed Runnion, testily.

"Only it looks mighty queer." He melted into the darkness and Stark returned to his cabin, where he paced back and forth impatiently, smiling evilly now and then, consulting his watch at frequent intervals.

A black look had begun to settle on his face, but it vanished when Necia came, and he met her with a smile.
"I was afraid you had weakened," he said.

"Everything is ready and waiting.

I've got the only canoe in the place, a Peterborough, and hired a good oarsman to put you through, instructing him to make as fast time as he can, and to board the first steamer that overtakes you.
Too bad this freighter that just got in isn't going the other way.
However, there's liable to be another any hour, and if one doesn't come along you'll find enough blankets and food in the skiff, so you needn't go ashore.