'To the Ray, of course. Is there anyone on the Hard?'
'Not a soul. Had I not better go to my mother before I start and say that I am going with you?'
'On no account. She will not allow you to go to the Ray. You know she will not.'
De Witt was not disposed to dispute this.
'You are sure,' asked Rebow again, 'that there is no one on the Hard. No one sees you enter my boat. No one sees you push off with me. No one sees whither we go.'
'Not a soul.'
'Then here goes!' Elijah Rebow thrust the boat out till she floated, sprang in and took his oar. De Witt was already oar in hand on his seat.
'The red curtain is over the window at the Leather Bottle,' said George. 'No signalling to-night, the schooner is in the offing.'
'A red signal. It may mean more than you understand.'
They rowed on.