The strongest of the men carried Elizabeth to the second coach, helped Caroline and Caleb board, then closed the door. Quickly, he went back to help with the luggage.

Finally, Uriah was alone below. In the putrid filth of the hold, he lifted the trunk lid, pulled out a long black cloak and felt the lumps in the hem. The diamonds were secure. He put Mary's Bible in the trunk and closed the lid. Next, he bent the top mattress back, grabbed his pistol, draped the cloak over his arm and went up the stairs. But when he walked down the plank and stepped off the ship, the unyielding land made the calves of his legs feel heavy. For a moment he wobbled.

Captain MacPherson quickly grabbed his elbow, "Easy Mister Carson."

Uriah jerked away. His eyes filled with hate as he pulled the cloak back just enough to reveal the silver barrel of his gun. Then he drew his words out slowly and clearly, "I would like nothing more than to kill you." He walked past MacPherson and climbed into the carriage.

The coachman closed the door, got up top and took the reins. Promptly, the coach lunged forward. The hooves of the horses sounded like music against the wooden planks and dozens of street torches lit up the harbor. Tradesmen were putting their merchandise away for the night and young boys peddled newspapers. When the coach left the harbor and turned down the road, the sweet air smelled of wood burning in the hearths of Boston homes.