"Anything more, Mr. Royle?"
"Yes. The next matter is this: you gave me to understand that we should heave the ship to at night?"
"Sartinly. As soon as ever it comes on dusk, so as we shall have all night before us to get well away."
"Do you mean to leave her with her canvas standing?"
"Just as she is when she's hove to."
"Some ship may sight her, and finding her abandoned, send a crew on board to work her to the nearest port."
I thought this might tempt him to admit that she was to be scuttled, which confession need not necessarily have involved the information that I and the others were to be left on board.
But the fellow was too cunning to hint at such a thing.
"Let them as finds her keep her," he said, getting up. "That's their consarn. Any more questions, Mr. Royle?"
"Are we to take our clothes with us?"