"You're a fool, Jack, not to let me go along with you," observed the woman.
"Nonsense," answered her husband. "Some one must stay on board to take care of the lighter."
"Well, don't say that I'm a coward—that's all," exclaimed Moll.
"We won't accuse you of that," said the Resurrection Man. "But now let's be off. Where shall we meet you at Gravesend?"
"You know the windmill about a mile below the town," returned Swot, to whom this question was addressed. "Well, close by is the Lobster Tavern, and there's a little jetty where the boat can be fastened. Meet me at that tavern at ten o'clock this evening."
"Agreed," answered Tidkins.
The three men then ascended to the deck.
The dawn was at that moment breaking in the east; and every moment mast after mast on the stream, and roof after roof on the shore, appeared more palpably in the increasing light of the young day.
On board of the Blossom, the Black was busily employed in washing the deck, and seemed to take no notice of any thing that was passing elsewhere.
"The tide will be with us for nearly three hours," said Tidkins. "Come—we won't lose a moment."