We'll put up with him tonight; he owns that land yonder, but his wharf is several miles up the coast.

Damn me, Sanchez, I believe I 'll hail the fellow, and find out what he is doing in there." Sanchez nodded, carelessly striking flint and steel in an effort to relight a cheroot, and Fairfax turned his head toward me.
"Oh, is that you, Carlyle?
Where is Sam ?" "Gone forward, sir, half an hour ago.

He decided I was safe." The planter laughed, with a side glance toward Sanchez, who gave no sign that he overhead.
"No doubt he was right.

Port your helm a little, and run down as close as seems safe to that fellow out yonder, until I hail him." "Very well, sir." We came about slowly, tossed a bit by the heavy swell, the ponderous boom swinging, and permitting the loosened canvas to flap against the ropes, until the sloop finally steadied onto the new tack.

The distance to be covered was not great, and in less than ten minutes, we were drawing in toward the high stern of the anchored vessel.