No good could be got by staying, and whatever came of it, no one would be the better for my capture.

So I darted out by the back way that I knew of, where nobody looked for me; and running down the garden, and over my Lord's ground to the river's edge, I took a wherry and made for the other bank.
I could see the crowd presently break through my master's house into the garden, and stand disappointed when they saw I had given them the slip.
But I was beyond pursuit; and they trooped back angrily, I suppose to make fast the place against my further intrusion.
Much good I had done by my silly riot! My master's house was wrecked, where it need only have been robbed.

My mistress' goods and chattels were no nearer being handed over than they were before; and, since some one must suffer for it all, and I had escaped, it was likely enough my master's lot would be all the worse for him by what had happened.

I had no cause to be proud of myself; and to be just, I was not proud.
Now, I knew enough of Peter Stoupe to be sure he would guess I had fled to Kingston.

So to disappoint him and the watch both, I turned my boat's head down stream, and resolved to lie hid a week in the city before I showed myself again there.