At daybreak Dextry returned to his post, and it was midnight
before he crawled from his hiding-place to see the lawyer and
Glenister.

"They have had a spy on you all day, Wheaton," he began, "and they
know you're going out to the States. You'll be arrested to-morrow
morning before breakfast."

"Arrested! What for?"

"I don't just remember what the crime is--bigamy, or mayhem, or
attainder of treason, or something--anyway, they'll get you in
jail and that's all they want. They think you're the only lawyer
that's wise enough to cause trouble and the only one they can't
bribe."

"Lord! What 'll I do? They'll watch every lighter that leaves the
beach, and if they don't catch me that way, they'll search the
ship."

"I've thought it all out," said the old man, to whom obstruction
acted as a stimulant.

"Yes--but how?"

"Leave it to me. Get your things together and be ready to duck in
two hours."

"I tell you they'll search the Santa Maria from stem to stern,"