These are your orders: You're to say never a word; and you're to proceed with this as though nothing queer was in the wind.

As fast as you know anything, you will find that I'll call for it.

Do whatever this black-bearded party asks; go with him as far as he wants to go, and go with your eyes shut.
I'll step in and get him when the time comes; he's the one I'm after.
Now you understand: say nothing, do whatever the black-beard desires; and when I want to see you I'll send.

And be careful about London Bill; he's foxy.

That was why I let you go by me a moment ago; I didn't know but Bill was fly enough to tail you here.