The rowlocks were in their places, and rowing with extreme care so as to avoid making the slightest sound they made their way across the river.

They were below the camp when they landed, but there were many men on the lookout, for the news of the attempt had spread rapidly.
Leaping ashore amidst a low cheer from a group of soldiers, Malcolm directed them to tow the boat up at once to the place where the troops were formed ready for crossing, while he and the sergeant, who were both chilled to the bone, for their clothes had frozen stiff upon them, hurried to the spot where the regiment was bivouacked.

Here by the side of a blazing fire they stripped, and were rubbed with cloths by their comrades till a glow of warmth again began to be felt, the external heat and friction being aided by the administration of two steaming flagons of spiced wine.

Dry clothes were taken from their knapsacks and warmed before the fire, and when these were put on they again felt warm and comfortable.
Hurrying off now to the spot where the troops were drawn up, they found that the boat had already made two passages.

She rowed four oars, and would, laden down to the water's edge, carry twenty-five men.