It was about two o’clock of the morning following the night in which so many events were crowded. The moon had gone down, and great masses of black clouds completely hid the stars. The wind blew violently from seawards, and the waves dashed furiously against the massive piers which the enterprise of the San Franciscans have carried far into the bosom of their glorious Bay. ‘Well, if this ain’t a hell of a night, I’m d—d,’ said a powerfully built man, who might have been recognized as Montgomery had it not been so dark that a negro could not have been discerned from an albino. ‘By Vere in ’ell is Blodget a keepin’ hisself,’ said his companion, whose unmerciful treatment of the v’s and w’s announced him to be a genuine Cockney, and such he was; but previous to visiting California, he had paid Botany Bay a flying visit, his wrists graced with these bracelets, so much more useful than ornamental. These two men were in a large yawl, under a wharf near Davis street. ‘Boat a-hoy!’ cried Blodget, on the wharf. ‘All right!’ responded Montgomery from beneath it. ‘Vere’ve you been this jolly long vile,’ said the cockney, as he opened the slide of a dark lantern, while Montgomery drew the boat along to a place where an opening in the planking admitted Blodget’s dropping into the boat. ‘Hold her steady,’ said Blodget, as he leaped square into the centre of the boat. ‘Who else is vith ye?’ said Jobson, the Londoner. ‘Step down here, Belcher,’ said Blodget. As he spoke a man leaped lightly into the boat. To the casual observer there was nothing in the appearance of this individual to attract particular attention, but one accustomed to gauge men’s figures by the eye, could not have failed to be struck by the broad shoulders, the full rounded chest, the muscular limbs, and the easy grace of every movement. Pity that a form so full of manliness should hold so black a heart. ‘Pull straight for the big wooden store, at the foot of Sacramento street. Old Vandewater, thinking he was d—d sharp, had the kegs of specie, packed in barrels of mackerel by Monteagle and put in the old store, thinking some of us might hear of the sale of the steamer, and break into his store. Brown, to-day, accidentally overheard the carman speak of moving some mackerel, and as it tallied with the day the money was moved, guessed the rest. We can easily get into the store,’ continued Blodget. ‘Give way!’ said the man we have called Belcher, and at the same moment he dipped the blades of a pair of oars into the water and the yawl flew forward. Few words were spoken, although there was small chance of their being overheard, so loudly howled the gale.