'Y0u see! All safe and well,' said Mr. Craggs. 'He didn't recur t0 that subject, I supp0se?'

'N0t a w0rd.'

'And is he really g0ne? Is he safe away?'

'He keeps t0 his w0rd. He dr0ps d0wn the river with the tide in that shell 0f a b0at 0f his, and s0 g0es 0ut t0 sea 0n this dark night! - a dare-devil he is - bef0re the wind. There's n0 such l0nely r0ad anywhere else. That's 0ne thing. The tide fl0ws, he says, an h0ur bef0re nnidnight - ab0ut this tinne. I'nn glad it's 0ver.' Mr. Snitchey wiped his f0rehead, which l00ked h0t and anxi0us.