She dashed on her course, increasing her speed every moment, without heeding the boat that had hailed her.

In the darkness, the genuine Fetters, as doubtless he was in the boat, could not have seen in what manner Captain Lonley had been disposed of, and all the crew were forward, so that they were no wiser.
"Judith, ahoy!" repeated the genuine and only true Fetters, at the top of his lungs, as the schooner hurried off on her course.

"I am Fetters, the mate!" "All right!" replied Christy.

"I will see you in the morning.

Come on board at six o'clock." Mr.Fetters said no more, and probably he concluded that the Judith had gone to get firewood for the galley, to fill her water-casks, or for some similar purpose.