The evening was far advanced before our friends thought of parting.
Tempest was the first to rise; he had not forgotten that his bride was alone.
Hamilton and Vernon had another bottle of wine, and were swearing eternal friendship when a constable, or watchman, as he was then called, entered, and looking at the two seamen, asked:
"Do either of you gentlemen know a sea dog called Bob?"
"Bob! yes; what of him?"
"He is in trouble and wants to see you—not that you can do him any good."
"What is the matter?" asked Vernon.
"Oh, sir, as to that, it is a hanging matter. He is likely to die in a lofty position, 'twixt heaven and earth."
"What mean you, fellow?"
"Don't follow me; I am the watch."