It's only fifty or sixty yards now to the tunnel, and we can wade through.

Starboard a little more.

That's it." He pressed the oar his companion held, and the boat glided behind the towering rock, hiding the group on shore from their sight; and now Vince bent forward over their prisoner.
"In with the oar, Mike," he said loudly, "and do as I do." He bent over the old fisherman, whose eyes, were nearly starting out of his head with horror, and with one clean thrust beneath the cord, divided it and set Daygo's wrists free, and then did the same by his ankles.
Then Vince started up.
"There," he cried; "there's our revenge on you, you old ruffian! You've got your boat: sail away, and never let us see you at the Crag again.
Now, Mike, over!" He set the example; and, as the old man sat up, the two boys dived into the deep clear water together, rose and swam for the tunnel, into which they passed, and were soon able to wade on towards the little dock.

A minute later each was clasped in his father's arms.
Wet as he was?
Well, it was only sea water.
Need I write about what took place at the Doctor's cottage and at the old manor?
I think not.

There is surely no boy who reads this and thinks of his mother's tears who cannot imagine the scene far more vividly than I can describe it.