I _could_ not stay still.

My only chance of peace was to work, my only chance of sleep to tire myself out.
Unhappily, I am very strong, so even when I came home at dark I was quite fresh.

However, I found a cable message from Rooke that the yacht would arrive at midnight.
There was no need to summon the mountaineers, as the men in the Castle would be sufficient to make preparations for the yacht's coming.
_Later_.
The yacht has come.

At half-past eleven the lookout signalled that a steamer without lights was creeping in towards the Creek.

I ran out to the Flagstaff, and saw her steal in like a ghost.