It seems that on Liverpool docks , in the owl - light , they fell in with an elderly
hunks just returned from West Indies , who asks the time at the door of a shipping
agent . Castro pulls out a watch , and the old fellow jumps on it , vows it's his own
Rangsley was waiting to conduct us into the town , where we should find a man
to take us three fugitives out to the expected ship . We rode clattering
aggressively through the silence of the long , narrow main street . Every now and
then Carlos ...
What's the ship ? ” I was at a loss , but Carlos said out of the darkness , “ The ship
the Thames . My friend Seņor Ortiz , of the Minories , said you would know . ” “ Oh
, I know , I know , ” Rangsley said softly ; and , indeed , he did know all that was ...
He limited his energies to working the underground passage , to the success of
which his fox - like cunning , and intimate knowledge of the passing shipping ,
were indispensable . I was preparing to follow the others down the ladder when ...
And then old Rangsley hove to , to wait for the ship , and sat half asleep , lurching
over the tiller . He was a very unreliable scoundrel . The boat leaked like a sieve .
The wind freshened , and we three began to ask ourselves how it was going to ...
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