The throb of oars came nearer and nearer.

The boat glimmered out of the darkness, and almost at the same moment slid up the shore.

The solemn undertone in which the rowers spoke told all.

Death was in the boat.
Gabriel Bennet could see the rowers step quickly out, and with great care run the boat upon the truck.

He said, "Come, boys!" and they all moved together and grasped the rope.
"Forward!" said Mr.Gray.
Something lay across the seats covered with a large cloak.