midnight
Bet had been perfectly right in speaking of this sailor as bad and cruel . Will was more than justified in any suspicions he might form against him . As Dent now walked through the streets his low type of face looked very bad indeed ; the expression of cunning -- that most unpleasant , that most diabolical of all expressions -- was most apparent . It was past midnight now , and he cast sinister glances behind and around him . It would have been very unpleasant for him had certain people -- Will Scarlett , for instance -- the least idea he was still in Liverpool . Will , of course , supposed he was leagues away by now , snugly ensconced in that berth which he , Will , had been so loath to part with , on board the `` Good Queen Anne . '' Will would indeed have opened his eyes had any one told him that Dent had never gone near the ship , and that the captain , after waiting and watching in vain for the bright young sailor whose name he had entered on his log , was obliged to choose another hand in a hurry , and knew nothing whatever of the able seaman whom Will now supposed was admirably filling his post .