What with the cries aboard the steamer, and the furious blowing off of her steam, and her driving on, and our driving on, I could not at first distinguish sky from water or shore from shore; but, the crew of the galley righted her with great speed, and, pulling certain swift strong strokes ahead, lay upon their oars, every man looking silently and eagerly at the water astern.  Presently a dark object was seen in it, bearing towards us on the tide.  No man spoke, but the steersman held up his hand, and all softly backed water, and kept the boat straight and true before it.  As it came nearer, I saw it to be Magwitch, swimming, but not swimming freely.  He was taken on board, and instantly manacled at the wrists and ankles.

The galley was kept steady, and the silent eager look-out at the water was resumed.  But, the Rotterdam steamer now came up, and apparently not understanding what had happened, came on at speed.  By the time she had been hailed and stopped, both steamers were drifting away from us, and we were rising and falling in a troubled wake of water.  The look-out was kept, long after all was still again and the two steamers were gone; but, everybody knew that it was hopeless now.

At length we gave it up, and pulled under the shore towards the tavern we had lately left, where we were received with no little surprise.  Here, I was able to get some comforts for Magwitch — Provis no longer — who had received some very severe injury in the chest and a deep cut in the head.

He told me that he believed himself to have gone under the keel of the steamer, and to have been struck on the head in rising.  The injury to his chest (which rendered his breathing extremely painful) he thought he had received against the side of the galley.  He added that he did not pretend to say what he might or might not have done to Compeyson, but, that in the moment of his laying his hand on his cloak to identify him, that villain had staggered up and staggered back, and they had both gone overboard together; when the sudden wrenching of him (Magwitch) out of our boat, and the endeavour of his captor to keep him in it, had capsized us.  He told me in a whisper that they had gone down, fiercely locked in each other’s arms, and that there had been a struggle under water, and that he had disengaged himself, struck out, and swum away.

I never had any reason to doubt the exact truth of what he thus told me.  The officer who steered the galley gave the same account of their going overboard.

When I asked this officer’s permission to change the prisoner’s wet clothes by purchasing any spare garments I could get at the public-house, he gave it readily:  merely observing that he must take charge of everything his prisoner had about him.  So the pocketbook which had once been in my hands, passed into the officer’s.  He further gave me leave to accompany the prisoner to London; but, declined to accord that grace to my two friends.