"You are to be on the public wharf at half-past four, when I come down with your satchel." "Perfectly understood," added the other.
David hailed his friend Jim Peckson, and Percy was transferred to his boat.

Christy felt an intense relief in getting rid of him.

Of course he had not the remotest idea of going on board of the Snapper, whose brutal commander had declared that he would kill him.

But he realized that Nassau was not a safe place for him.
The boat crossed the bar, and the passenger took his seat by the side of the boatman.

David directed his boat towards the larger steamers outside, which were loading with cotton from several small craft.