She would come through the opening in the reefs that he and the slaver had made so hardly in the storm, but on the night bound to follow such a day it would be as easy as entering a drawing room, with the doors held open, and the guest made welcome.

He would be there to give the welcome.
He was able to see more of the ship now.

As he had surmised, she was a schooner, apparently very trim and handled well.

Doubtless she was fast.
The faster the better, because he was eager to get back to the province of New York.
Late in the afternoon, he left the hill and went swiftly back to his house, where he ate an early supper in order that he might be on the beach to give welcome to the guest, and perhaps lend some helpful advice about making port.

There was none better fitted than he.