Before Clensy left the Catholot he told Sestrina to expect to see him on board again that same night.
The Catholot was supposed to sail next morning, so Clensy naturally presumed that he could, at any rate, row out to her and see Sestrina once more before she sailed.
That same night, Biglow, Clensy and Adams packed their few goods and got all ready to clear out of Hayti. They had decided to take a boat from L— and row out to the Catholot after dark, get on board by some excuse and then stow away.
That night, without delay, they hired the boat.
“If one can stow away three can, eh, lad?” said Biglow, as they pulled at the oars and got round by the bend of the harbour near S—.
In a few moments they had turned the point where they got a good view of the harbour.
“Done! She’s sailed!” said Biglow in a mighty voice.
He nearly upset the boat as he stood up and stared over the waters of the starlit harbour.
It was true enough, the Catholot had sailed. Sestrina had gone from Hayti!
“We’ll all be mydered, sure!” wailed Adams, as he leaned back on his portmanteau—an old red handkerchief—and groaned.