I have no key." "Then I'll leave you; half of my watch below must be gone by now.
I'll take the fellow's knife along, as it must not be found here." We parted with a clasp of hands, as I opened the stateroom door, and slipped out into the cabin.

To my surprise the light over the table had been extinguished, rendering the cabin so black I held to actually feel my way forward.

This struck me as very strange, particularly as I recalled clearly that a stream of light had flashed into the after stateroom with the entrance of the prowler.

The lantern must have been put out since then by some confederate.

Gunsaules would be soundly asleep long ago, and the light was supposed to burn until morning.
However there was no noise, other than the creaking and groaning of the ship's timbers, mingled with the steady tread of LeVere on the upper deck.