The wind was of uncommon strength, seeming to increase steadily in power, and a half mile of wild waters raced between them and the town.

Weaker wills would have yielded and turned back to prison, but not they.

They ran eagerly along the edge of the masonry, pelted by rain and wind.
"There must be a boat tied up somewhere along here," exclaimed Ned.

"The castle, of course, keeps communication with the town!" "Yes, here it is!" said Obed.

"Fortune favors the persistent.