“I’m your friend, and we’re working for mutual interests.”
“In the smuggling trade; eh, captain?” laughed one of the men.
“Never mind. This boy may ruin all our plans.”
“Don’t let him.”
“I don’t intend to. I intend to keep him a close prisoner for a few days, and no one must know of his being here. You understand, Jones?” he said, turning to the landlord.
“You get me my liquor too cheap to have me meddle with your business,” replied the tavern-keeper.
“Now boys,” continued Morris, “we must get him out of here.”
“When?”
“At once.”
“Where are you going to take him to?”