Ten men, vigilant and keen-eyed, were watching all fruiters and tramps which sailed for the Caribbean.
It came to the last boat.

Haggerty, in each case, had not gone aboard by way of the passengers' gangplank; not he.

He got aboard secretly and worked his way up from hold to boat-deck.

His chance lay in Mason's curiosity.

It would be almost impossible for the man not to watch for his ancient enemy.
At two minutes to twelve, as the whistle boomed its warning to visitors to go ashore, Haggerty put his hard-palmed hand on Mason's shoulder.
The man, intent on watching the gangplank, turned quickly, sagged, and fell back against the rail.
"Come along," said Haggerty, not unkindly.
Mason sighed.