“What's to be done? You can't come down that wall.” “Wait until morning,” returned Rex coolly. “It will be dead low tide at seven o'clock. You must send a boat at six, or there-abouts. It will be low enough for me to get out, I dare say, by that time.”
“But the Guard?”
“Won't come here, my man. They've got their work to do in watching the Neck and exploring after my mates. They won't come here. Besides, I'm dead.”
“Dead!”
“Thought to be so, which is as well—better for me, perhaps. If they don't see your ship, or your boat, you're safe enough.”
“I don't like to risk it,” said Blunt. “It's Life if we're caught.”
“It's Death if I'm caught!” returned the other, with a sinister laugh. “But there's no danger if you are cautious. No one looks for rats in a terrier's kennel, and there's not a station along the beach from here to Cape Pillar. Take your vessel out of eye-shot of the Neck, bring the boat up Descent Beach, and the thing's done.”
“Well,” says Blunt, “I'll try it.”
“You wouldn't like to stop here till morning? It is rather lonely,” suggested Rex, absolutely making a jest of his late terrors.
Will Staples laughed. “You're a bold boy!” said he. “We'll come at daybreak.”