The night was fine, but large cakes of ice were met with, which they had difficulty in avoiding.
The rascals gave their captive an old suit of clothes and a heavy overcoat, and Mr. Field was quite comfortable, as concerned warmth.
It was many hours before they made the shore, but finally, after several hours of groping along the coast, they reached the point at which they tried to disembark.
They ran the boat ashore in a sheltered cove a few miles from Norwalk.
It was broad daylight now, and the rascals feared that their movements might be observed and themselves stopped and questioned.
They had taken so many risks that it would have been most galling to lose their prize now.
“Moses,” said Mackrell, “are you sure we are at the right place?”
“Of course I am,” replied the Jew. “Do you see that house yonder, among the trees—the yellow house with the green blinds?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Sophie lives there,” said Moses.