A galley rowing twelve or fourteen oars is in the mud, a few hundred yards out.

She was chasing us, and ran aground when at full speed, and I imagine they will have some trouble in getting her off.

I suppose she draws a couple of feet of water.

There! Don't you hear the hubbub they are making ?" "I hear them," Matteo said.
"Come along, lads.

The night is cold, and I don't suppose the water is any warmer, but a skirmish will heat our blood." Matteo, followed by a company of some forty men, at once entered the water, and made in the direction of the sounds.