At the same time the boat grated on the sand, and came to a halt a few feet from the dry ground.
"We are all right now," said the person who had been with the driver on the box; and this time Christy recognized his voice as that of Percy Pierson.
He had not mistaken or misjudged him.

He had not been able to understand why the young man should befriend him, and it was clear enough now, if it had not been before, that his gratitude towards him was a mere pretence.

Captain Passford, senior desired to get rid of him, and had put him on board of the schooner for this reason only.
"Captain Passford, we meet again, as I was sure we should when we parted in Nassau to-day," said the commander of the Snapper.

"Now, if you will take the trouble to get out of the carriage, we shall be able to make you comfortable before we have done with you." Christy attempted to speak; but the gag prevented him from articulating, and he could not breathe as freely as usual.

The captain drew the handkerchief from his mouth, for there was no one within a long distance of the spot to aid the prisoner if he had called for help.