Knows my name, do yer?
Blessed if I ever see you afore." "You're a beastly, low, tipsy thief," shouted Dick, from a respectful distance, "and we'll get you paid out for this." And not waiting for a reply, the two unfortunates, less heavily weighted than ever, started down the road, snorting with rage and indignation and full of thoughts of the direst revenge.
Nemesis was coming down on them at last with a vengeance! Two miles they went before speech came to the relief of their wounded feelings.
"It's transportation," said Heathcote.
"Cat-o'-nine-tails too," said Dick.
"Jolly good job," said Heathcote.
And they went on another mile.
Then it occurred to them this was not the road along which they had driven in the morning; and once more the villainy of Tom White broke upon them in all its blackness.
"He's sent us upon the wrong road!" said Heathcote, beginning at last to feel that Nemesis was a little overdoing it.
Dick gulped down something, and walked on in silence.
"Where are you going?
What's the use of going on ?" "May as well," said Dick, striding on.

"It's bound to lead somewhere." In which comfortable conviction they accomplished another half-mile.
Then to their satisfaction, and somewhat to Dick's self-satisfaction, they heard a low noise ahead, which they knew must be the sea.
"I thought it would bring us out," said Dick.

"When once we get at the sea, we can't help finding Templeton." "Unless we take a wrong turn to start with, and then we shall have to walk all round England before we turn up." "Shut up, Georgie, we've had foolery enough for one night." Heathcote collapsed, and another mile brought the two wanderers to the sea.
Luckily for them, the rising moon came to their rescue in deciding whereabouts they were.
"Not far out," said Dick, "there's the Sprit Rock; two miles more will do it." "I shan't be sorry when I'm in bed," said Heathcote.
"I shan't be sorry when I see Tom White hung.

I say, we may as well have a dip before we go on." So they solaced themselves with a plunge in the moonlit sea, which, after their dusty labours, was wonderfully refreshing.

Having dressed again, all but their shoes and stockings, which they looped together and hung over their shoulders, they tucked up their trousers, and started to wade along the strand to their journey's end.
The tide had only just started to come in, so they had the benefit of the hard sand, which, combined with the soft, refreshing water and the bright moonlight, rendered their pilgrimage as pleasant as, under the circumstances, they could have desired.