Take one of the oars, which you will find muffled, and scull to the shore, and bring off Thorwald and his men.

And, hark'ee, boy, bring off my shirt and boots.

Now, look alive; your friend Henry Stuart's life may depend on it." "Henry's life!" exclaimed Corrie, in amazement.
"Come, no questions.

His life may depend on your promptitude." Corrie wanted no stronger motive for speed.

In a state of surprise mingled with anxious forebodings, he leaped over the stern and was gone in a moment.
The distance between the shore and the schooner being very short, the boat was quickly alongside, and the party under stout Ole Thorwald took possession of their prize.
Meanwhile Gascoyne had set the jib and fore-topsail, which latter had been left hanging loose from the yard, so that by hauling out the sheets slowly and with great care, the thing was done without noise.