The clerk had followed his master, and stood in the shadow of the doorway, listening even more attentively than his employer; the small, restless eyes shifted to and fro between the faces of the speakers. More might have been said about Mr. Thomas Milsom; but it was evident that the landlord of the 'Jolly Tar' was inclined to resent any disrespectful allusion to that individual. The man called Joe Dermot paid his score, and went away. The captain and his factotum retired to the two dingy little apartments which were to accommodate them for the night. All through that night, sleeping or waking, Valentine Jernam was haunted by the vision of a beautiful face, the sound of a melodious voice, and the face and the voice belonged alike to the singing-girl. The captain of the 'Pizarro' left his room at five o'clock, and tapped at Joyce Marker's door with the intention of bidding him goodbye. "I'm off, Joyce," he said; "be sure you keep your eye upon the repairs between this and the fifth." He was prepared to receive a drowsy answer; but to his surprise the door was opened, and Joyce stood dressed upon the threshold. "I'm coming to the coach-office with you, captain," answered Harker. "I don't like this place, and I want to see you safe out of it, never to come back to it any more." "Nonsense, Joyce; the place suits me well enough." "Does it?" asked the factotum, in a whisper; "and the landlord suits you, I suppose?--and that man they call Black Milsom? There's something more than common between those two men, Captain Jernam. However that is, you take my advice. Don't you come back to this house till you come to meet Captain George. Captain George is a cool hand, and I'm not afraid of him; but you're too wild and too free-spoken for such folks as hang about the 'Jolly Tar'. You sported your pocket-book too freely last night, when you were paying for the punch. I saw the landlord spot the notes and gold, and I haven't trusted myself to sleep too soundly all night, for fear there should be any attempt at foul play." "You're a good fellow, Joyce; but though you've pluck enough for twenty in a storm at sea, you're as timid as a baby at home." "I'm like a dog, captain--I can smell danger when it threatens those I love. Hark! what's that?" They were going down stairs quietly, in the darkness of the early spring morning. The clerk's quick ear caught the sound of a stealthy footstep; and in the next minute they were face to face with a man who was ascending the narrow stairs. "You're early astir, Mr. Wayman," said Joyce Harker, recognizing the landlord of the 'Jolly Tar'. "And so are you, for the matter of that," answered the host. "My captain is off by an early coach, and I'm going to walk to the office with him," returned Joyce. "Off by an early coach, is he? Then, if he can stop to drink it, I'll make him a cup of coffee."