We will make our way along the rocks as far as we can, and then drop them into the sea, otherwise they will know that we have taken to the water." They hurried along the rocks, and were able to make their way to within fifty yards of the point; then, throwing their mail shirts into the sea, they plunged in.

All knew the importance of getting round before any of the pirates, who would be searching the valley, came down on the shore, and they swam their hardest until they rounded the corner.

The wood rang with the shouts of their pursuers, but no yell had risen from the water's edge.

A hundred yards farther, and they were able to land, and were in a short time in the shelter of the trees that fringed the water to the point where they had left the boat.

There was no longer any occasion for speed, and they made their way through the thick bushes and undergrowth quietly, until they recovered breath after their exertions.
They had gone a few hundreds yards when from the bushes the slaves suddenly rose up.
"All has gone well," Sir John said to them in their own language.