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The
patrol
passed
.
The
noise
of
their
retreating
footsteps
and
the
murmur
of
their
voices
soon
died
away
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Felton
,
"
we
are
safe
.
"
Milady
breathed
a
deep
sigh
and
fainted
.
Felton
continued
to
descend
.
Near
the
bottom
of
the
ladder
,
when
he
found
no
more
support
for
his
feet
,
he
clung
with
his
hands
;
at
length
,
arrived
at
the
last
step
,
he
let
himself
hang
by
the
strength
of
his
wrists
,
and
touched
the
ground
.
He
stooped
down
,
picked
up
the
bag
of
money
,
and
placed
it
between
his
teeth
.
Then
he
took
Milady
in
his
arms
,
and
set
off
briskly
in
the
direction
opposite
to
that
which
the
patrol
had
taken
.
He
soon
left
the
pathway
of
the
patrol
,
descended
across
the
rocks
,
and
when
arrived
on
the
edge
of
the
sea
,
whistled
.
A
similar
signal
replied
to
him
;
and
five
minutes
after
,
a
boat
appeared
,
rowed
by
four
men
.
The
boat
approached
as
near
as
it
could
to
the
shore
;
but
there
was
not
depth
enough
of
water
for
it
to
touch
land
.
Felton
walked
into
the
sea
up
to
his
middle
,
being
unwilling
to
trust
his
precious
burden
to
anybody
.
Fortunately
the
storm
began
to
subside
,
but
still
the
sea
was
disturbed
.
The
little
boat
bounded
over
the
waves
like
a
nut-shell
.
"
To
the
sloop
,
"
said
Felton
,
"
and
row
quickly
.
"
The
four
men
bent
to
their
oars
,
but
the
sea
was
too
high
to
let
them
get
much
hold
of
it
.
However
,
they
left
the
castle
behind
;
that
was
the
principal
thing
.
The
night
was
extremely
dark
.
It
was
almost
impossible
to
see
the
shore
from
the
boat
;
they
would
therefore
be
less
likely
to
see
the
boat
from
the
shore
.
