"Here I am, Michael, what do you want?"
"Where are we at this moment?" the sailor asked.
"About five leagues to windward of Sainte Marguerite."
"Very good! Keep on the same course till daybreak; at sunrise we will stand for the island, and anchor off it."
"Very good, I understand."
"Ah! Here is Mr. Governor, who I think, has great want of a little rest; can't you put him up somewhere where he will be able to sleep for two or three hours?"
"Nothing easier, as I shall not turn in tonight, nor you, I suppose, my cabin is at the Major's service, if he will do me the honour of accepting it."
The old officer was really worn out, not only by the fatigue of a long watch, but also by the emotions he had suffered from during the night. Certain that he had now no apprehensions about his safety, he heartily accepted the skipper's offer, and withdrew into the cabin, the door of which the other politely opened for him.
The two sailors went up on deck again.
"This time," said Michael, "I believe that we have manoeuvred cleverly, and that our plan will succeed."