Mr.Rogers gave a whistle; and a soft whistle answered him.

I heard a boat's nose grate on the shingle and take ground.
"All right, Sergeant ?" "Right, sir.

Got the boy ?" "Climb down, Harry," whispered Mr.Rogers.

"Shake hands and good luck to you!" I was given a hand over the bows by a man whose face I could not see.
The boat was full of men, and one dark figure handed me to another till I reached the stern-sheets.
"Give way, lads!" called a voice beside me, as the bow-man pushed us off.

We were travelling fast when at a bend of the creek a line of lights shot into view--innumerable small sparks clustered low on the water ahead and shining steadily across it.