Well, there was nothing for me to do but to withdraw and go back to Jaffa to face trial for an attempt to escape.
When I reached the deck again I found it swarming with refugees, many of whom knew me and came up to congratulate me on getting away.

I could only shake my head and with death in my heart descend the Tennessee's ladder.

It did not matter now what boat I took.

Any boatman was eager enough to take me for a few cents.

As I sat in the boat, every stroke of the oars bringing me nearer to the shore and to what I felt was inevitable captivity, a great bitterness swelled my heart.