Bucklaw was not there: he had other fish to fry, and the ship's lights were gone.

She had changed her anchorage since afternoon.
"It's a bold scheme," Bucklaw was saying to his fellow-ruffian in the governor's garden, "and it may fail, yet 'twill go hard, but we'll save our skins.

No pluck, no pence.

Once again, here's the trick of it.

I'll go in by the side door I unlocked last night, hide in the hallway, then enter the house quietly or boldly, as the case may be.