"No, he don't. Safest place for me is the grog shop when he has no money, 'cause he won't come there."
"He'll be here all right, then," with a laugh. "He wouldn't miss seein' the rebel chucked into the water. Come on, Bill. Here, give us your lantern, Tom."
"All right," and Dick knew by the gathering shadows that the men were going away.
Then the boy suddenly kneeled at his side and said in a hoarse whisper and with great excitement:
"I found out where you was, Captain, and made up my mind to save you. I've got a knife and will cut the ropes. Wish I had the lantern. Never mind, I can feel. Can you roll over?"
"Yes, I guess so," but at that moment there were other footsteps and more lights and hoarse voices.
"Never mind, Captain, I'll do it yet!" hissed the boy. "I'll do it if I have to kill dad and the lot of 'em."
Then the spy, the boy's father, the landlord, and the men who had brought Dick to the place, came up and the boy slunk back into the darkness and awaited his time.
"Got the bag there, Bill?"
"Yes; here it is."