I turned away from it, and
then looked at it again--still it had the same appearance. I thought it
was the eye of God--I trembled, and I resolved to reveal the whole to
Anderson the next day, when I heard the sound of oars. I looked in the
direction, and perceived a wherry with two men pulling in. I was down on
the steps, under the shadow of the wall, and they did not see me. They
landed, and handed out of the wherry three large and full canvas bags.
"It's more than we can carry," said the voice of a waterman I well knew;
"we must leave one in the boat; and be quick, for they are on our scent.
Hollo! who's that? what are you doing here? Poor Jack, I declare."
"Well, mayn't I have a little night work as well as you?"
"Oh! you've come to that, have you?" replied he. "Well, as you're
waiting for something else, I suppose you could not help us with one of
these bags?"
"Yes, I can," replied I, forgetting all my resolutions; "put it on my
back, if it's not too heavy."
"No, no; you're stout enough to carry it. I say, Jack, can you tell us,
does old Nanny fence again, or has she given it up?"
"I believe she does not," replied I.
"Well," said he, "just put the question to her to-morrow morning, for
she used to be a good 'un; now follow us.
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