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“Very well,” said Barnaby; “I have it here safe and sound, and see it you shall.” And thereupon and without more ado he fetched out his wallet, opened it, and handed his interlocutor the mysterious note he had received the day or two before. Whereupon the other, drawing to him the candle, burning there for the convenience of those who would smoke tobacco, began immediately reading it.

This gave Barnaby True a moment or two to look at him. He was a tall, stout man, with a red handkerchief tied around his neck, and with copper buckles on his shoes, so that Barnaby True could not but wonder whether he was not the very same man who had given the note to Miss Eliza Bolles at the door of his lodging house.

“‘Tis all right and straight as it should be,” the other said, after he had so glanced his eyes over the note. “And now that the paper is read” (suiting his action to his words), “I’ll just burn it, for safety’s sake.”

And so he did, twisting it up and setting it to the flame of the candle.

“And now,” he said, continuing his address, “I’ll tell you what I am here for. I was sent to ask you if you’re man enough to take your life in your own hands and to go with me in that boat down there? Say ‘Yes,’ and we’ll start away without wasting more time, for the devil is ashore here at Jamaica–though you don’t know what that means–and if he gets ahead of us, why, then we may whistle for what we are after. Say ‘No,’ and I go away again, and I promise you you shall never be troubled again in this sort. So now speak up plain, young gentleman, and tell us what is your mind in this business, and whether you will adventure any farther or not.”

If our hero hesitated it was not for long. I cannot say that his courage did not waver for a moment; but if it did, it was, I say, not for long, and when he spoke up it was with a voice as steady as could be.

“To be sure I’m man enough to go with you,” he said; “and if you mean me any harm I can look out for myself; and if I can’t, why, here is something can look out for me,” and therewith he lifted up the flap of his coat pocket and showed the butt of a pistol he had fetched with him when he had set out from his lodging house that evening.

At this the other burst out a-laughing. “Come,” says he, “you are indeed of right mettle, and I like your spirit. All the same, no one in all the world means you less ill than I, and so, if you have to use that barker, ’twill not be upon us who are your friends, but only upon one who is more wicked than the devil himself. So come, and let us get away.”

Thereupon he and the others, who had not spoken a single word for all this time, rose from the table, and he having paid the scores of all, they all went down together to the boat that still lay at the landing place at the bottom of the garden.

Thus coming to it, our hero could see that it was a large yawl boat manned with half a score of black men for rowers, and there were two lanterns in the stern sheets, and three or four iron shovels.

The man who had conducted the conversation with Barnaby True for all this time, and who was, as has been said, plainly the captain of the party, stepped immediately down into the boat; our hero followed, and the others followed after him; and instantly they were seated the boat was shoved off and the black men began pulling straight out into the harbor, and so, at some distance away, around under the stern of the man-of-war.