For a time they kept straight out to sea, and then turned the boat's head towards Gibraltar.
The wind presently died quite away, and, lowering the sails, they got out the oars, and set to work.

Beyond trying once or twice upon the Stour, Jack had had no experience in rowing, and his clumsiness excited considerable indignation on the part of Hawtry.

The boat was heavy, and their progress, in consequence, very slow.

They calculated that they must have twenty-five miles to row, as the point at which they were captured was, Hawtry had judged by the sound of the gun, fully fifteen miles distant from it, and they had walked another ten before arriving at the brigands' encampment.
All night they rowed, until the moon sank, this being, as they were aware, about three o'clock.

They then lay down in the boat for a nap, and when they awoke it was daylight.