Harry now gave up one of the sculls to Jacob, and the two boys rowed hard down the stream.
"Will they follow, think you ?" Harry said.
"I don't think," Jacob laughed, "that any of those black-coated gentry will care for shooting the bridge.

They will run down below, and take boat there; and as there are sure to be hands waiting to carry fares out to the ships in the pool, they will gain fast upon us when ones they are under way." The wind was blowing briskly with them, and the tide running strong, and at a great pace they passed the ships lying at anchor.
"There is the Tower," Jacob said; "with whose inside we may chance to make acquaintance, if we are caught, Look," he said, "there is a boat behind us, rowed by four oars! I fear that it is our pursuers." "Had we not better land, and take our chance ?" Harry said.
"We might have done so at first," Jacob said; "it is too late now.

We must row for it.

Look," he continued, "there is a bark coming along after the boat.

She has got her sails up already, and the wind is bringing her along grandly.