Then, favored by the obscurity of the street and the darkness of the night, he sprang forward, and, clambering like a monkey, contrived to seat himself on the board at the back of the vehicle.
He was sufficiently well acquainted with New Orleans to recognize the quarter through which they drove; and when the carriage stopped, he slipped noiselessly from his position, and, lurking in the shadow, watched Camillia and Augustus as they entered the gambling-house.
He saw enough to convince him that some description of treachery was on foot, and that, in any case, Paul Lisimon's happiness was in danger.
The carriage drove off without the black coachman having noticed Joe; and the sailor had ample time to examine the exterior of the house, and the street in which it was situated.
He recognized the locality as Columbia Street.
Then, without a moment's hesitation, he ran to the quay, and got a boat to convey him on board the Amazon.
Late as it was, neither Paul nor the Captain had retired to rest.
They were both seated in the cabin, with a pile of charts before them, and the young lawyer was taking a lesson in navigation.
Joe lost no time in relating what he had witnessed; and ten minutes afterward Paul Lisimon and Captain Prendergills were on shore.
The Captain knew the house on Columbia Street.