“Come, come, no blarney!” cried Griffin interrupting Le Brun. “By St Patrick, if he go, I go too--this place has become too hot for me--Thorne, I did not know the poor devil was in such trouble. There is my address, Thorne, please forward my luggage. Let us have a bottle of champagne before we start. I will recommend Le Brun to a warm half-deck passage to the captain; and when we land, wherever it may be, if he do not give me satisfaction, by the powers! I’ll take it. What say you, Thorne?” “Now, Le Brun, all ready?” demanded Thorne. “All ready, sir.” “Here’s to you then, Griffin,” as Le Brun crept cautiously out of the room. “Spare his life, Griffin--he is not worth the risk of your exposing yourself for him: spare his life for the sake of the black-eyed girl; but don’t forget that he spoiled a merry evening for us out at the _chacra_. By the way, your hurried departure must be rather inconvenient to you; please take this, (offering him some money)--nay, friend, take it; your intended caning match may cost you as much for damages. Now hurry off, for I must not appear in this affair.” And so Le Brun the spy was hurried down to the beach amid a party of English seamen, to the great disappointment of two gentlemen with long cloaks, who were waiting to attend upon him until sunset, and who followed them still, with the view, probably of seeing him safely embarked, in spite of repeated adieus bowed to them by our friend Griffin, who begged of them not to trouble themselves any further. All hands arrived safely on board; but whether Griffin had to refund any of Tom Thorne’s money for damages, or whether he pinked his friend, or was pinked himself, we have never heard. Return we to Tom Thorne and his fair guests. Their rage at Le Brun’s treachery was modified by the news that their father had escaped--for that he was not in prison was an escape; and to all parties it appeared best, that they should wait in their present quarters until they should hear from him.