"Who was it?"
"One of the brigands. The likeness was taken in prison."
This made the gallant tars laugh again.
"That's the natural bogey hereabouts," said Joe Basalt; "damme if I believe half their yarns about the brigands."
"Nor I neither."
And so, failing to persuade the girl to go on board then, they went back up the jetty, dropped into their boat, and, unlocking it, rowed out to sea.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
A TRIP BY WATER—BOAT, AHOY!—A COMPACT FOR MONEY—THE STOWAWAY
ON BOARD THE "WESTWARD HO!"—HIS VISION—IN THE HANDS OF THE
PHILISTINES.
Hunston had overheard every word uttered.