I'll bring some 'passengers,' perhaps, on board. If I fail,
you are just to run for Granville. We will all meet at Etienne's.
I've got money to take care of all my men. You are to make no
miss. I can wait and try again if I am disappointed. I'll take no
chances. With your success, I can hold the old miser down, and
your two thousand pounds is safe; besides, the swag is your security.
You see, he will never dare to make any public outcry, for he
secretly fears the Government! We take only the safest chances. He
may stay down there all night at St. Heliers, and your lucky chance
will never come again. Go ahead, and do not fail!"
The two men grasped hands in an excited clinch. "Do up Simpson for
a dead man, and no mistake!" hoarsely whispered Jack Blunt.
"I'll fix the old blanc-bec," growled the boatswain, as the spy
slid down the hill toward Rozel Pier.
"Take my flask, Jack!" said Alan Hawke.
"I don't drink on duty!" simply replied Blunt. "I shall get at work
by eleven, and you'll hear from me by midnight! Then, look out only
for yourself! The boat is mine, if there's any alarm. I'll send
her back soon to Rozel Pier, if I have to run out to sea, and you
are to be only honest fishermen. How long shall I wait in the cove
for you?"
"Sail at three o'clock, if I'm not on board! Remember the hail,
'Saint Malo, Ahoy!'"
"This is dead square, for life and death!" cried Blunt.
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