However, when the packet was opened it was found that he spoke the
truth.
"Well, we can't take you along with us, or we shall have to tell his
Majesty the truth; which is something more improbable than I care to
risk. Moreover, you've saved a comrade--"
"And many thanks for it, my lad," Dick added, shaking Tristram by the
hand.
"Therefore you're free to go. The question is, where you do want to
go?"
"Harwich."
"Harwich is a long way; and you've lost your passport. However,
there's a chance you may find a boat on the coast to smuggle you
over. Cross the canal yonder, and bear away to the west. There's a
road'll take you to Nieupoort. But first you'll have to pass this
cursed dyke, unless you care to follow us back to the town and walk
round."
"Thank you, no; I'll push on. I've crossed the dyke twice already
this evening, and a second wetting won't matter much. Besides, I see
my sword and shoes lying on the other bank."
He said farewell, slid down into the dyke again, and swam across.
Then, regaining his property, he turned, called back another "Good
night!" and bore resolutely across the meadow, the water squishing in
his shoes at every step. The one purpose in his head was to reach
the coast.
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