"Because one can hide his movements better than two. Besides, I did not see my way clearly, and I didn't want to raise any false hopes. But I think the thing is cut and dried now, and as sure as you live," here he sunk his voice to a whisper, "there'll be the biggest kind of a rumpus in the quarter some morning; and if mother happens to be awake, she will wonder why she doesn't hear the horn."
"Why won't she hear it?"
"For the very good reason that there will be no one there who has a right to blow it."
"Jack!" Marcy almost gasped.
"Well, you wait and see if I don't know what I am talking about," replied the sailor.
"Where will Hanson be on that particular morning?"
"I can't tell. I only know that he will be gone, that he will not be likely to trouble you and mother any more, for a while at least, and that the whole thing will be so very mysterious that such fellows as Shelby and Allison will be frightened out of their boots; and, Marcy," added Jack, speaking in a still lower whisper, "you needn't go back to the Hattie if you don't want to."
"Jack, I wish you would tell me just what you mean," said Marcy impatiently.
"All right. Give me a chance and I will. But, in the first place, what was Bose barking at while I was gone? He acted as though he was getting ready to bite something or somebody. Was it Hanson?"
"That's just who it was," replied Marcy.