“Black’erchief Dick, aboard the Coldlight, will be putting into the Creek inside of an hour,” he said.
Big French looked at him for a moment.
“Black’erchief Dick coming here?” he said at last.
Sue came forward to listen, and several men left the fireplace and joined the little group near the door.
“Ay,” said Hal, “he couldn’t get down the fleet with the tide like this.”
“Ah!” said French.
“He couldn’t rest in the Channel for twelve hours or so, now could he?” continued Hal.
“Ah, you’re right there, lad,” said one of the men, pressing forward. “Black’erchief Dick would risk most things, but he’s no fool.”
Big French scratched his head thoughtfully.
“Ah,” he said slowly, “he’s no fool, that’s right enough.” Then he looked at Sue furtively out of the corner of his eye. “He’ll be coming up here I reckon,” he said.