He needed no one to tell him what had happened.

Sandy had undoubtedly bespoke the very vessel containing the officers in search of him, and had confessed all, as he said he would.

The men were probably at this moment looking for him.
He lifted the gold prepared for any such emergency, and, loosening his boat, pulled for life and death towards Mayness Isle.

Once in the rapid "race" that divides it and Olla from the ocean, he knew no boat would dare to follow him.

While yet a mile from it he saw that he was rapidly pursued by a four-oared boat.