"That is an idea like any other," the skipper answered; "and as you pay me, Mr. Governor, I can have no objection."
"That is true. Then you will take me to Saint Honorat, land me in your boat, and stand off and on while waiting for me. Is that agreed?"
"Perfectly."
"Ah! I have a decided taste for solitude, and hence I must insist on none of your men landing on the island while I am there."
"The whole crew shall remain on board, I promise you."
"All right, I trust to you, here is the money."
"Thanks," said the skipper, pocketing it; then he said to the steerer, "down with the helm," and added, "Hilloh, my lads, brace the sheets to larboard."
The vessel quickly came up to the wind, and leaped over the waves in the direction of Saint Honorat, whose black outlines stood out on the horizon.
It is but a short passage between Saint Marguerite and Saint Honorat, especially for such a clipper as the smuggling lugger.
The vessel was soon off the island.