Then she sat very still waiting for the sound of the old clock.
Dickory Charter had not told Miss Kate Bonnet all that he had heard when he was stealthily wandering about the ship.

He had slipped down into the chains near a port-hole, on the other side of which Big Sam and the black-haired man were taking supper, and he heard a great deal of talk.
Among other things he heard a bit of conversation which, when expurgated of its oaths and unpleasant expressions, was like this: "You are sure you can trust the men ?" said Black-hair.
"Oh, yes!" replied the other, "they're all right." "Then why don't you go now?
At any time officers may be rowing out here to search the vessel." "And well they might.

For what needs an old farmer with an empty vessel, a crew of seventy men, and ten guns?
He is in trouble, you may wager your life on that, or he would be coming to see about his girl." "And what will you do about her ?" "Oh, she'll not be in the way," answered Big Sam with a laugh.

"If he doesn't take her off before I sail, that's his business.

If I am obliged to leave port without his cash-box, I will marry his daughter and become his son-in-law--I don't doubt we can find a parson among all the rascals on board--then, perhaps, he will think it his duty to send me drafts to the different ports I touch at." At this good joke, both of them laughed.
"But I don't want to go without his cash-box," continued Big Sam, "and I will wait until high-tide, which will be about ten o'clock.