bars an' tools an' things we'll need once we get inside. Jest slip it into my pocket, an' I'll see he gets it."
"There it is, then," said Janet, putting the money into the side pocket of his coat. "Let me help you carry something."
"No," said he. "'Tain't but a step—we'll be there in a jiffy."
"Come then," said Janet quickly.
It was hardly a hundred yards away, a wooden building next to the church, and the last one on the road within the village proper. It took them scarcely a minute to reach it, and, passing along the side of the wall, Jonah Sully laid the things he was carrying upon the ground before the door and reached into his pocket for the key.
"Ain't no fear of us bein' heerd, 'count of the surf," he observed. "An' I dunno but that's just as well, 'cause mabbe we'll have to make some noise when we get inside."
"Yes, yes," breathed Janet—she was trembling a little, excitement and emotion growing upon her. "But hurry, hurry!"
There was a faint metallic click, the rubbing of metal against metal—and then the creak of the door swinging open.
"There you be!" exclaimed Captain Jonah Sully triumphantly.
Janet stepped quickly forward.
"Varge!" she called in a low voice.
There was no answer.
"Varge!" she called again.
Still no answer.
