It wanted yet half an hour of midnight when I found myself at the shaft of the marble quarry, and before I had well set foot on the steps to descend, heard Elzevir's voice challenging out of the darkness below. I gave back "Prosper the Bonaventure," and so came home again to sleep the last time in our cave.
The next night was well suited to flight. There was a spring-tide with full moon, and a light breeze setting off the land, which left the water smooth under the cliff. We saw the Bonaventure cruising in the Channel before sundown, and after the darkness fell she lay close in and took us off in her boat. There were several men on board of her that I knew, and they greeted us kindly and made much of us. I was indeed glad to be among them again, and yet felt a pang at leaving our dear Dorset coast, and the old cave that had been hospital and home to me for two months.
The wind set us up-Channel, and by daybreak they put us ashore at Cowes, so we walked to Newport, and came there before many were stirring. Such as we
