“But we’re in motion.”
“Hooray!”
Every one took up that cheer; for the combined efforts of the men who rowed the laden craft, and the tugging of two boats’ crews of men straining with all their might at their stout ashen blades, had the required effect. We were indeed in motion, and going steadily down the stream.
“Ahoy, there: Mr Reardon!”
“Answer him, Herrick,” said Mr Reardon; and I hailed again.
“Can you keep them off with your fire?”
“Say, yes.”
“Yes; all right,” I cried.
“Then we’ll tow you out as fast as we can.”
“Thank Heaven,” I heard Mr Reardon whisper, as he crouched there, listening to the yelling, gong-beating, and firing, and with our men replying from time to time whenever there seemed a chance.