It was half-past eight when he ran up to a pier where he had kept his boat in former days.

There were plenty of just such crafts as the Eleuthera, and no attention was paid to her as she passed along the Front-street docks.

The pier at which he made his landing was in a retired locality.

He lowered the sails, and had made everything snug on board before he called his companion.
"Half-past eight, Christophe," said he at the door of the cuddy.
"Half-past eight!" exclaimed Christy, springing out of his berth on the floor.

"Where are we now, M.Rubempre ?" "We are in Hamilton harbor; and if you will come out of the cuddy, you will find yourself in the midst of flowers and green trees," replied the skipper with a smile.
"I must have slept six hours," said Christy, rubbing his eyes as he crawled out of the cuddy.
The scenery around him was certainly very beautiful, and he gazed upon it in silence for a few minutes.