Such of the pack as remained in the factory was hurried aboard the "Ruth" by a score of willing workers, who also transferred to her every tool and bit of machinery, including the big kettles.

Then she and the "Sea Bee," the latter manned by two of the Yankee sailors, with David Gidge as pilot, sailed from the harbour, and were lost to sight beyond its protecting headland.
The next hour was spent in settling with the lobster catchers and those who had been employed in the factory, each of whom was warned to give no information concerning the movements of the two schooners.

This was barely finished when the boy who had been posted outside immediately after the departure of the naval launches came hurrying in with news that both of them were returning.
"My!" cried Cabot, "but I'd like to see the fun when they get here." "I am afraid you'd see more than enough of it," replied White, "for they'll be keen on getting us this time.

So we'd best be starting.
Hold on a minute, though; I want to leave proof behind that we haven't gone off with either of the schooners." With this he ran down to the oil house, in which their well-nigh forgotten prisoner was still confined.

Flinging open the door, he said, in a tone of well-feigned regret: "It is too bad, Monsieur Delom, that you should have been kept so long in this wretched place, but I dared not attempt your release while those terrible Yankees were here.