There was a sound of splashing water, a low cry or two and then silence again. O'Connor turned away and joined the mate, who had watched the brief spectacle from the bridge.
"It was well done, Suarez," said O'Connor.
"Aye, aye, sir; it was a neat job. Trust Morgan's men for that." The splash of oars alongside interrupted them and the sentries' boat appeared again. O'Connor leaned over the bridge.
"Boat and four men captured at the inlet, sir," called a voice from out of the darkness.
"Good; anyone hurt?"
"Not a soul, sir. We were two to one and they threw up their hands when we climbed over the stern of their boat. What shall we do with the prisoners?"
"Turn them over to Captain Morgan; and now, Suarez, when can we go to sea?"
"Whenever you please, sir. The cargo is all ashore."
"Get up steam at once."
"Are you going to take her out to-night, sir, in the face of the Belair?"