A lantern was burning here, and I saw, by its light, that my conductor was an officer.

He led me along till we entered a cabin--his own, I suppose.
"'Look,' he whispered, 'there is a rope from the porthole down to the water.

If you slide quietly down by it, and then let yourself drift till you are well astern of the ship, the sentry on the quarterdeck will not see you.

Here is a letter, put it in your cap.

If you are fired at, and a boat is lowered to catch you, throw the paper away at once.