"They've discovered your escape," said Dick. "Get ashore, men, as
quickly as possible."

The rescued patriots leaped ashore as fast as they could, and then
with Dick in the lead, they set out northward.

"By keeping over pretty close to the water, I think we shall be able
to keep clear of the redcoats," said Dick.

"Likely," agreed Tom. "We mustn't let them capture us now."

"I'll never go back to that terrible prison-pen alive!" declared
Boswick. "I would much rather die fighting."

"We'll get to the Heights and then over to New York in safety,"
assured Dick.

The excited voices of the British who had discovered the escape of the
prisoners could be heard for some time, but gradually grew fainter,
until at last no sound could be heard. The little party kept steadily
onward, and managed to get past the left end of the British army and
an hour or so later arrived at the patriot encampment on Brooklyn
Heights.

They paused there only long enough to rest a bit and apprise the
officer in command of their escape from the prison-ship, then they
went down to the shore and were taken across to the New York side in
boats.