Yet here they tell me that this brigantine is bound for the mouth of the St.Lawrence, in America! What then of this other, and what of my brother--what of us--what of-- ?" "Why, I think this," said Mary Connynge, calmly.

"That you do very well to be rid of London jail; and for my own part, 'tis a rare appetite the salt air ever gives me!" Upon the same morning tide there was at this very moment just setting aloft her sails for the first high airs of dawn the ship of McMasters, the Polly Perkins, bound for the port of Brest.
She came down scarce a half-dozen cable lengths behind the craft which bore the fugitives now beginning their journey toward another land.

Upon the deck of this ship, even as upon the other, there were those who waited eagerly for the dawn.

There were two men here, Will Law and Sir Arthur Pembroke, and whether their conversation had been more eager or more angry, were hard to tell.

Will Law, broken and dejected, his heart torn by a thousand doubts and a thousand pains, sat listening, though but half comprehending.
"Every plan gone wrong!" cried Sir Arthur.