A boat was rowing rapidly down the stream.

It had passed the village of Chelsea, and the men were doing their best to reach their destination at Westminster before nightfall.

Two men were rowing; in the stern sat a lady with a girl about eleven years old.

A woman, evidently a servant, sat beside the lady, while behind, steering the boat, was an elderly retainer.
"It is getting dark," the lady said; "I would that my cousin James had not detained us so long at Richmond, and then after all he was unable to accompany us.

I like not being out on the river so late." "No, indeed, my lady," the woman replied; "I have heard tell lately much of the doings of the river pirates.