"Where is Bill Jepson?" Darius cried.
"With the fleet."
"When did you leave him?"
"Yesterday. What is the matter?"
"Come aboard an' I'll tell you," the old man replied as he threw the pungy up into the wind, and we did not waste many seconds in going over the rail.
"Now what is it?" I asked impatiently when I stood facing Darius.
"The Britishers are gettin' under way, an' it kind'er looked as if the oyster business wouldn't be any good after they'd left moorin's. If there'd been any wind, you'd be seein' 'em by this time. What brought you ashore at Hog Point?"
"Elias Macomber is there, living with Jenkins the planter. We stopped on our way up thinking to get some provisions, and not only saw the cur, but heard him say he was waiting for the Britishers, to whom he could give a lot of information."
While I had been speaking Darius brought the pungy into the wind again, and she was standing directly away from the man we had been so eager to capture.
"Here!" Jerry cried sharply. "You must heave to till we get that villain."