I was for running to the little gate and bursting it in from the outside, but Fred damned me for a mutineer between his panting for breath, and Will, who was longer-winded, agreed with him.
"Have to leave their end of the plan to them! Let's do our part right!" As it turned out, we were last at the rendezvous.

We heard the chain clanking in the dark just ahead of us, and try how we might, could not catch up.

Then, near the boat bow, Kazimoto suddenly recognized Fred and nearly throttled him in a fierce embrace, releasing all his pent-up rage, agony, resentment, misery, fear in one paroxysm of affection for the man who cared enough to run risks for the sake of rescuing him.
Fred had to pry him off by main force.
"Into the boat with you!" Will ordered them.

"Chain-gang first! Get down below, and lie down! The first head that shows shall be hit with a club! Quickly now!" Clanking their infernal chain like all the ghosts from all the haunted granges of the Old World, they climbed overside and disappeared.

There were more figures left on shore then than we expected.