As they hurried along, the shouts of alarm which rose in the town showed that the news of the attack upon the prison had spread rapidly.

As soon as the released prisoners knew that they were well above the bridge, and the silence on the wharves showed that none of the troops were stationed there, shouts of delight arose.

There were a good many boats moored to the bank, and the fugitives threw themselves into these.
"Get out your oars and row straight across," Leigh shouted.

"If you drift down the stream, you will come under the fire of the troops there." Then, having done their work, he and his band went up a hundred yards farther, where they knew that three large boats were lying.
In these they took their places and started to row across the river and, in five minutes, reached the opposite bank.

They sprang out, with a shout of joy at finding themselves again in their own country.