At last he said: "He's in the schooner." "Le Maitre?
How do you know ?" "Well, I'll tell ye how I know.

I told ye there was no hurry." If he was long now in speaking, Caius did not know it.

Upon his brain crowded thoughts and imaginations: wild plans for saving the woman he loved; wild, unholy desires of revenge; and a wild vision of misery in the background as yet--a foreboding that the end might be submission to the worst pains of impotent despair.
O'Shea had taken out a piece of paper, but did not open it.
"'Tain't an hour back I got this.

The skipper of the schooner and me know each other.

He's been bound over by me to let me know if that man ever set foot in his ship to come to this place, and he's managed to get a lad off his ship in the noight, and across the ice, and he brought me this.