found you, and let you out of the citadel, under the soldiers' noses. That is all I have done."
"But my daughter?—" asked Mr. Halliburtt.
"Is on board the ship which is going to take you to England."
"My daughter there! there!" cried the American, springing from his seat.
"Silence!" replied Crockston, "a few minutes, and we shall be saved."
The boat flew through the darkness, but James Playfair was obliged to steer rather by guess, as the lanterns of the "Dolphin" were no longer visible through the fog. He was undecided what direction to follow, and the darkness was so great that the rowers could not even see to the end of their oars.
"Well, Mr. James?" said Crockston.
"We must have made more than a mile and a half," replied the Captain. "You don't see anything, Crockston?"
"Nothing; nevertheless I have good eyes, but we shall get there all right. They don't suspect anything out there."
These words were hardly finished when the flash of a gun gleamed for an instant through the darkness, and vanished in the mist.
"A signal!" cried James Playfair.
