French took the bottle the lieutenant had emptied into the bay, and gave it to him.
Then he closed the door, and finding a padlock and hasp on it, he locked him in.

Two of the three men who had remained on board of the schooner were now prisoners; and Sopsy was considered as harmless as a fishworm.
French had hardly reported what he had done before the three short whistles were sounded, and Christy gave the order to heave up the anchor.
"West Wind, ahoy!" shouted the same officer who had spoken before.
"On board the steamer!" replied French, when he was directed to reply.
"Dowse that glim on your fo'castle!" shouted the officer, as with a liberal dose of profanity he demanded if they were all fools on board of the schooner.

"Put out every light on board!" "Ay, ay, sir!" responded French, as Graines extinguished the lantern on the forecastle; and Christy directed him to do the same with the cabin lamp.
He looked at his watch before he put it out, and found it was quarter-past three.

The captain of the steamer had evidently waited for a favorable moment to start on his perilous voyage, and the engineer noticed when he went forward after he had secured Captain Sullendine, that the fog was again settling down on the bay.
"On board the steamer!" shouted French, as directed.

"Anchor aweigh, sir!" Then a minute later, "All clear, and the towline slack!" From the sounds that came from the forward part of the steamer, it was evident that she had heaved up her anchor before she gave the three whistles for the schooner to do so.
"West Wind, ahoy!" called the officer from the Tallahatchie.