about eight o'clock
he asked with a concession to his natural foolishness -- `` are there . '' `` So , '' he went on , `` I want you to go down to your boat to-morrow morning to say good-bye to the commandant , the parson , and the postmaster ; to haul up your sail and head for Nassau . Call in on Sweeney on the way , buy an extra box of cartridges , and say ' _ Dieu et mon Droit _ ' -- it is our password ; he will understand , but , if he should n't , explain , in your own way , that you come from me , and that we rely upon him to look out for our interest . Then head straight for Nassau ; but , about eight o'clock , or anywhere around twilight , turn about and head -- well , we 'll map it out on the chart at home -- anywhere up to eight miles along the coast , till you come to a light , low down right on the edge of the water . As soon as you see it , drop anchor ; then wait till morning -- the very beginning of dawn . As soon as you can see land , look out for Samson -- within a hundred yards of you -- all the land will look alike to you . Only make the Captain head straight for Samson , and just as you think you are going to run ashore -- Well , you will see ! ''