Have to wait a few hours before Boyle show up. We start to head over when we notice a man loitering close by, half hidden in the shadows. He have a hat pulled down low, a cape wrapped round him, but Boyle don’t seem to see him. Who is this man? What he want? Could be a constable on the lookout waiting for us. Or maybe a stowaway. We decide to stay where we are, see what he want, till finally the man show himself, go up to Boyle and them start to talk. The talk between them start to get heated. The man get angry, pull out a pistol, stick it into Boyle ribs. Maybe he mean to rob him, this don’t look good. I come up behind and grab him, James take away his pistol. But Boyle, instead of thanking us, start to blow on a whistle. In the distance, I see men in police uniforms come running along the pier. Look like Boyle meant to betray us after all.

Quick smart James and me run off the pier, weave our way through the alleyways. Run and duck and hide. We never look back, but somehow the man that saved us from getting caught become like a shadow, trailing behind us as we rush into the bush.

After much deliberation, we decide to head south again, back to the cave hideout. In the minds of James and me, it come to be like a home, a place of safety, a place where we can rest, make new plans. When we finally get back, we find that our luck is holding. Nobody found it, been there, nothing been disturbed. We cut down more branches to cover the entrance, close ourselves in. The three of us so exhausted that we throw ourselves down, never stir. Is like we turn into dead men sleeping.

We spend days hiding out in the cave, resting, building up strength, feeding on what we can hunt. The man’s name, we come to learn, is Lazarus Barra, a Frenchie fleeing for his life. Captain Boyle told him the same thing, that he going take him cross the seas for a fee. If Barra hadn’t been there, James and me would be sitting shackled in the back of a cart on the way to prison.

At first we glad Barra saved us but, in a short time, Barra come to be like a bad seed that send out weeds, cause a whole lot of trouble.

First him try to turn James against me, telling him me not a good leader, that he would be better. When that don’t work, him try the same with me. Tell me is easier to run with two than with three and I must ditch James. He is right. Two is better than three, except Barra is the one that need to go.