The oars were fortunately in the boat.

I got in, we shoved off, and rowed away down the stream till the dawn of day.

"All's right, Peter; now we'll land.

This is the Forest of Ardennes." We landed, replaced the oars in the boat, and pushed her off into the stream, to induce people to suppose that she had broken adrift, and then hastened into the thickest of the wood.

It still rained hard; I shivered, and my teeth chattered with the cold, but there was no help for it.