Rowed by two strong men, the boat made good way towards the sloop, and it seemed would soon reach her, when an unlooked-for interruption occurred. A dark object was seen lying directly in their course, and as there could be no doubt it was a boat, much larger than their own, they turned aside to avoid it. As they did so, the larger boat was put in motion, with the evident design of giving chase, while a loud authoritative voice called out to the occupants of the small bark to stop. As may be imagined, the order was entirely disregarded while Lord Widdrington urged the oarsmen to pull their hardest for the ship, and they made such exertion that they appeared to gain on their pursuers. Of the purpose of the latter no doubt could now be entertained. It was certain they were endeavouring to intercept the prince's flight, and effect his capture. How they had obtained information could only be surmised, but they had laid their plans well. The prince's companions were greatly alarmed, but he himself maintained perfect composure. “'Tis the boat I beheld this morning from the castle walls,” he said. “I felt sure it meant mischief, though Mr. Forster thought otherwise. The men within it are armed.” “Luckily, we have arms,” said Lord Derwentwater, giving Lord Widdrington one of the muskets and keeping the other himself. “Shall we use them?” “Certainly,” replied the prince. “I will never surrender to those men.” A conflict, indeed, appeared inevitable, if they were overtaken, for a voice called out from the larger boat: “Stop! or we will fire.” As no notice was taken of the threat, except that the rowers redoubled their efforts, a shot was fired, and a bullet whistled past the prince's head, but without doing any injury. Exasperated by the audacious act the two nobles discharged their muskets, and with good effect, as was shown by the outcries that followed. Evidently a couple of men were wounded, and great confusion was caused among the rest. In consequence of this they lost way, and the distance between the boats was perceptibly increased. However, they soon recovered, and continued the chase with fresh ardour, again shouting to the fugitives to stop. “Stand off, villains, or we will fire again!” cried Lord Derwentwater. “What do you mean by molesting us thus?” “We want the Pretender, and will have him,” rejoined the voice that had first spoken. “You had best deliver him up quietly. He shall not escape.” Though very well inclined to answer this insolent speech by a shot, Lord Derwentwater forbore, but the pursuers again fired, and this time one of the rowers was hit in the arm, so that he could not pull at the oars, whereupon, Lord Widdrington took his place. But the change, though quickly effected, caused some little delay, and the pursuers gained upon them. An encounter now seemed imminent, and since the prince was determined not to yield, it might be fraught with most serious consequences.