“We must hasten,” said the man who had come to their assistance. “The whole garrison is aroused.”
With all the speed they could muster they hurried to the Tower wharf where a boat was in waiting.
“Devereaux,” said a man grasping the hand of the youth, “is it thou?”
“In very truth ’tis I, Walter. And right glad am I to be here. But hasten, beseech you. I would not be retaken for all the wealth of Spain.”
The boat shot out from the wharf into the river, and passed swiftly down the stream.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE THREE VOLUNTEERS
Some distance down the river a vessel lay at anchor. To this the boat made its way and lay alongside. Devereaux, the young man whom he had called Walter, and Francis scrambled aboard, and the wherry put off. The sails of the ship were raised, and, as she glided swiftly toward the open sea, Devereaux gave a shout of exultation.