Vincent gave an exclamation of thankfulness as he saw the two figures appear, for the day having been Sunday, he knew that a good many men would be likely to join the search parties in hopes of having a share in the reward offered for Tony's capture, and he had felt very anxious all day.
"You sit in the bottom of the boat, Tony, and do you steer, Dan.

You make such a splashing with your oar that we should be heard a mile away.
Keep us close in shore in the shadow of the trees; the less we are noticed the better at this time of night." Taking the sculls, Vincent rowed quietly away.

He had often been out on boating excursions with his friends, and had learned to row fairly.
During the last two days he had diligently instructed Dan, and after two long days' work the young negro had got over the first difficulties, but he was still clumsy and awkward.

Vincent did not exert himself.

He knew he had a long night's row before him, and he paddled quietly along with the stream.