7 o'clock in the evening
The first of these was Curtis 's overseer , returned from the larger colony up the Bay , and bringing the good news that a score of cannon were lying on the dock at the foot of Market Street , in Philadelphia , ready to be shipped aboard the _ Queen _ as soon as she was put in shape . The other was a sour-looking man of middle height , lean and darkly sallow , dressed in good sea clothes somewhat worn . He slipped through the trees into a lane that led toward the wharves . Coming unobtrusively into the Red Hawk Tavern at a little after 7 o'clock in the evening , he asked for a pint of rum , paid for it , and began to talk politely to the Swede . Job was eating his supper in one corner . He started when the man entered , but made no exclamation , and shading his face from the light , continued to watch him narrowly . It was his old shipmate , Bill Curley , the Jamaican .