best give up her latest game, or she must
look out for squalls."

Well, this was a plain hint, and in an ordinary way Phoby Geen would have
taken it. But the devil stirred him up to remember the insult he'd
received from Amelia Sanders that very day; and by and by, as he walked
home to Porthleah, there came into his mind a far wickeder thought.
Partners though he and Dan'l were, each owned the boat he commanded,
or all but a few shares in her. The shares in the _Black Joke_ stood in
Dan'l's name, and if anything went wrong with her the main loss would be
Dan'l's. All the way home he kept thinking what a faithful partner he'd
been to Dan'l in the past, and this was Dan'l's gratitude, to cut him out
with Amelia Sanders and egg the girl on to laugh at the colour of his
hair. She would laugh to another tune if he chose to hold his tongue on
Mr. Pennefather's warning, and let Dan'l run his head into the trap. The
Fowey Collector was a smart man, capable of using his information.
(Phoby, who could see a hole through a ladder as quick as most men,
guessed at once that Pennefather had laid the trap, and then repented and
spoken to him in hope to undo the mischief.) Like as not, St. Austell Bay
would be patrolled by half a dozen man-of-war's boats in addition to the
water-guard: and this meant Dan'l's losing the lugger, losing his life
too, maybe, or at the least being made prisoner. Well, and why not?
Wasn't one man master enough for Porthleah Cove? And hadn't Dan'l and the
girl deserved it?

I believe the miserable creature wrestled against his temptation: and I
believe that when he weighed next morning and hoisted sail in the
_Nonesuch_ for Guernsey, where the _Black Joke_ was to meet him in case
of accident, he had two minds to play fair after all. 'Twas told
afterwards that, pretty well all the way, he locked himself in
his cabin, and for hours the crew heard him groaning there. But it seems
that Satan was too strong for him; for instead of bearing straight up for
Guernsey, where he well knew the _Black Joke_ would be waiting, he stood
over towards the French coast, and there dodged forth and back, under
pretence of picking her up as she came out of Roscoff. His crew took it
for granted he was following out the plan agreed upon. All they did was
to obey orders, and of course they knew naught of Mr. Pennefather's
warning.

To be short, Dan'l Leggo, after waiting the best part of two days at St.
Peter's Port