CHAPTER CLXI.
THE POLICE-GALLEY'S FATE.
Todd, when he heard that voice, quite sank down into the bottom of the boat, and felt as though his last hour were come.
"Don't answer," said the old man. "Pull away for the pile-driving barge as hard as you can."
"Oh, yes, pull—pull!" cried Todd. "Save me!"
"If you make that noise," added the old man, "we may as well be off at once, for the river, when it is as smooth as it is now, carries voices well."
"Boat a-hoi!" cried the voice again.
"We must answer them now," said the old waterman. "Ay, ay! Is it here? Boat a-hoi!"
"Ay, ay!" came the voice from the police-galley.
At that moment the two watermen succeeded in reaching the broad stern of the barge, in which was centred the pile-driving machinery, and the young man said to Todd—
"Now clamber in, and good luck attend you. If we don't come to you in the course of an hour, don't expect us, that's all."