They've lit a bonfire to show us which way to go.

Ahoy!" "Ahoy!" came back in a stentorian shout, and something was thrown upon the fire which dulled it for the moment, but only for it to flash up in a tremendous blaze, with the sparks and flames of fire rushing towards them.
"Ahoy!" came the shout again.
"Ahoy!" answered Dick.
"That will do, my boy," panted the squire.

"The water's getting horribly deep, but I can manage now, for I can tell which way to go." "Little more to the left, father," cried Dick.
"Right, boy!" "No, no, father," shrieked Dick; "left!" "I meant you are right, my lad," said the squire, moving on, with the water growing deeper still, while the stentorian voice kept uttering cheering shouts to them, which they answered till they were only about fifty yards away, when it became plain that someone was coming to meet them, splash, splash, through the water, with a pole in his hand.
The figure, though only head and half his body were visible above the plashing water, looked large, and for a few moments in his confusion Dick was puzzled; but he realised who it was at last, and cried: "Why, it's old Hicky!" He was right; and just in the veriest time of need the great blacksmith reached the fainting squire, and grasping his arm breasted the water with him; and in another minute they were ascending the slope, with the water shallowing, till they reached a blazing fire, where Mrs Winthorpe clasped husband and son to her breast! "All right, wife!" cried the squire.

"Glad you are here, Hickathrift! All your people too ?" "Yes, squire, all safe here; but we're uneasy like about Dave o' the 'Coy and John Warren." "But they've got the boat," cried Dick.
"Yes; I hope they're safe," said the squire.

"Hickathrift, my lad, that was a brave thought of yours to light that fire.