Down the river they swiftly rowed.
And, after some time, landed at a dark, dingy, treacherous-looking wharf.
This was a place used by the Dozen occasionally to store their plunder.
They all got on shore safely.
But while they stood in the darkness, a boat darted past the wharf.
“That’s some of our pursuers,” said Jack, “we hadn’t much time to spare.”
“No,” said Bates, “it was rather sharp work take it altogether.”
“Look! look!” said Jack, “here comes a second boat. By all that’s lucky they are going to land at our wharf.”
“Boat ahoy!” shouted Bates.
“Ahoy! ahoy!” was the response. “Have you seen any craft shoot past here?”