At twelve o'clock tonight there will be a boat below for us." Two or three hours after darkness had fallen, James and his companion made their way down the slope, and crawled out to the water's edge.
There was no sentry within hearing, and they sat down, by the edge of the river, until suddenly a light gleamed for an instant, low down on the water, two or three hundred yards from the shore.
They at once stepped into the river, and, wading out for some little distance, struck out towards where they had seen the light.

A few minutes' swimming, and they saw something dark ahead.

Another few strokes took them alongside, and they were hauled into the boat.
The slight noise attracted the attention of a sentry, some little distance along the shore, and his qui vive came sharply across the water, followed a few seconds later by the flash of his gun.
The crew now bent to their oars, and, a quarter of an hour later, the boat was alongside the Sutherland, which, with her consorts, was slowly drifting up the stream.

General Wolfe and the admiral were on deck, and anxiously waiting the arrival of the boat.

The former, in his anxiety, hailed the boat as it approached.
"Is Captain James Walsham on board ?" "Yes, sir," James replied.
"Bravo, bravo!" the general cried, delighted.
"Bravo!" he repeated, seizing James Walsham's hand as he stepped on deck.