"How shall we go over to the main-land?" asked the man, after he had finished tying Budd's arms.
"We'll go in the prisoner's boat," replied Mr. Johnson, "and Bill, here, can come over after us to-morrow noon. We can't swear out a warrant and have the boy tried before that time."
With Budd between them, the two men now proceeded down to the shore where the yawl was lying, and pushing her off, Went on board the sloop.
Scarcely had Mr. Johnson got on board the Sea Witch, however, when he noticed the bundles Budd had put on board at Bristol, and he directed his man to examine them.
"They contain a ham, some crackers, cheese and sugar," he reported.
"There is another proof of your guilt!" said Mr. Johnson, sternly, to Budd. "You had brought along your provisions for another sojourn at the house."
"Then why did I not carry them up there?" retorted Budd.
Mr. Johnson was at first puzzled for an answer, but at length said:
"You must have had accomplices, and it may be you only stopped at the house while on your way to your present rendezvous to see what else you could find."
"But I had nothing when I got out of the window," replied Budd.