Rooke, like a wise commander, took rest whilst he could.
Well he knew that for a couple of days and nights at least there would be little, if any, sleep for him.
For myself, the habit of self-control stood to me, and I managed to get through the day somehow without exciting the attention of anyone else.
The arrival of the torpedo-boat and the departure of Rooke made for me a welcome break in my uneasiness.

An hour ago I said good-night to Aunt Janet, and shut myself up alone here.

My watch is on the table before me, so that I may make sure of starting to the moment.

I have allowed myself half an hour to reach St.Sava.

My skiff is waiting, moored at the foot of the cliff on the hither side, where the zigzag comes close to the water.