He slipped on his own disguise, darkened his face, and then, seizing a moment when the crowd had rushed up the street at the sound of firearms at the other end, hurried down to the boat, and rowed off to the Simoon.
"I must return now, dear," he said.

"I can get in at the back gate--I have the key, as the stores are brought in through that way.

I do not think that you need feel any uneasiness.

The row is evidently still going on, but only a few guns are being fired now.

Certainly the rascals cannot be attacking the stores, or you would hear a steady musketry fire.