Yes; there it goes.

Ahoy!" They stopped and listened after the midshipman had hailed as loudly as he could; and, to the intense delight of both, the hail was responded to.
Hurriedly changing their direction, they went on as rapidly as the rough ground would allow, getting an answering hail every time they shouted, and each time louder, as if those who called were also coming toward them.
Ten minutes later they heard voices, by degrees these became a murmur, and they knew that there must be several of the men together.
In another ten minutes they came upon a group steadily approaching.
Mutual inquiries took place.
No, the men had not captured the fugitive, but they were sure it was a boy; Dirty Dick was ready to take an oath to that effect, but he was not asked.
Then came the important question--Where were they?
The boatswain gave it as his opinion that they had been going westward, but he could give no reason why; and it was decided to continue in that direction, after Gurr had satisfied himself that the men were all present, though they learned that there had been a good deal of hailing before all were collected.
They trudged on almost in silence, for the whole party were wearied out, till an announcement galvanised them all, for suddenly Dick put an end to the question of their journeying west by suddenly shouting,-- "South ho!" "Eh?
What do you mean ?" cried the master.
"I know yon hill," said Dick, pointing to an eminence dimly seen away before him.

"That's just close to the cove, and if we keep straight on, we shall be in the road in less than half an hour, and at the boats ten minutes later." "No, no, my lad," said the master; "I don't think that's right .-- Yes, it is, my lad; I'm 'most sure of it now." Right it was, as was proved a quarter of an hour later, by their striking the rough road at right angles, and there a halt was called.
"Don't seem any good to go searching along again in the dark, Mr Raystoke," said the master; and the boatswain shook his head decisively.
"All 'bout done up," he growled.
"We could do no good now," said Archy, "for of course I am not sure where the entrance is." "Must be getting toward morning too, and time to be aboard, Mr Raystoke.

There, sir, sometimes we win and many more times we lose.
We've lost this time, so let's go back aboard, according to orders.
Forward right, my lads, and let's make the best of it." "Never mind, Mr Gurr," said Archy in a low voice.

"I was regularly in despair as I was being taken from one prison to be shut up in another, when I ran up against you.