"Go, quick!"
"I'se gone; 'pears like I'se only swapped off Massa Archy for Massa Dandy."
But Cyd obeyed the order, and brought the wherry to the side of the Isabel, to which she was secured, like the other boats. The bewildered boy was not in the habit of doing his own thinking, and his faculties were not, therefore, very fully developed, and an explanation would have relieved him of a world of doubts and conjectures.
"Now, have your jib halyards ready, and stand by the moorings," said Dandy.
"Yes, sar!" replied Cyd, putting a wicked emphasis on the complimentary part of the answer.
"Let go the moorings!" shouted Dandy, as he hauled in the main sheet.
"All gone, Massa Dandy," replied Cyd, as the heavy rope by which the boat was secured splashed into the water.
"Hoist the jib!" added the skipper, in the same loud tones, that he might be heard above the noise of the flapping sail.
"Up she goes," responded Cyd, joyously.
The Isabel, released from her moorings, caught the breeze, and the voyage of the young fugitives was commenced. She leaped like a race-horse before the fresh breeze.