Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope round his body, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty.
While he was swinging in mid air, Thames regarded his uncle with a stern look, and cried in a menacing voice, "We shall meet again." "Not in this world," returned Jonathan.

"Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the skipper, "and consult your despatches." "Ja--ja," returned the Hollander.

And catching hold of Thames, he quitted the deck.
Shortly afterwards, he re-appeared with the information that the captive was safe below; and giving the necessary directions to his crew, before many minutes had elapsed, the Zeeslang spread her canvass to the first breeze of morning.
By the thief-taker's command, the boat was then rowed toward a muddy inlet, which has received in more recent times the name of Execution Dock.

As soon as she reached this spot, Wild sprang ashore, and was joined by several persons,--among whom was Quilt Arnold, leading a horse by the bridle,--he hastened down the stairs to meet him.

A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance.
Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely.
"At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand.
"Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner." "How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword.
"You are arrested for high treason," rejoined Wild, presenting a pistol at his head, while he drew forth a parchment,--"here is my warrant." "Traitor!" cried Sir Rowland--"damned--double-dyed traitor!" "Away with him," vociferated Jonathan to his myrmidons, who, having surrounded Trenchard, hurried him off to the coach before he could utter another word,--"first to Mr.Walpole, and then to Newgate.