"They're of the right sort, Tony," was the reply. "The master seems a good kind of a feller: the only other man on board with him is a Black; and he's deaf and dumb. The master sounded me about Mossop; and that shows that he knows what's what. Besides, he hinted that he'd a good thing in view, but wanted more hands, and so he made an appointment for you and me to smoke a pipe with him in the course of two or three evenings, to talk over the matter."
"You didn't say much about me?" exclaimed the Resurrection Man, hastily.
"Not more than was proper. It's all right—I could tell that with half an eye."
"Well, business seems dropping in upon us," observed the Resurrection Man; "but we must be very cautious what we do. And now let's turn in, for we have to get up early, recollect."
CHAPTER CLXVIII.
THE PLAGUE SHIP.
It wanted half-an-hour to day-break, when the splash of oars alongside met their ears; and in a few moments Swot, the foreman, made his appearance.
"I've got all ready for you, my boys," said that individual; "a good boat, and two stout chaps to help."
"Have they got their barkers?" demanded the Resurrection Man, thereby meaning pistols.
"A brace each," replied the foreman. "But they must only be used in case of desperation. There's a false bottom to the boat; and there I've stowed away five cutlasses."
"All right!" cried the Buffer. "Now, Moll, you make yourself comfortable till we get back again."