The yacht stopped.

The dinghy was lowered.

As the Prince and Nella prepared to descend into the little cock-boat Mr Tom Jackson addressed Nella, all bound as he lay.
'Good-bye,' he said, 'I shall see you again, never fear.'.
In another moment they were in the dinghy, and the dinghy was adrift.
The yacht's screw chumed the water, and the beautiful vessel slipped away from them.

As it receded a figure appeared at the stem.

It was Mr Thomas Jackson.
He had been released by his minions.