But this calm was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast.
Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh apprehensions.
By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest.

The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the chase.

He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy.

Escape was now impossible.

Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power.
They had not to tarry long.