He sprang up and walked out on the dyke that stretched toward the isle of Pharos.

Opposite him, the ship showed still more plainly than from the docks.

Heraklas made out the prayer inscribed on the vessel: "Do thou, O Isis, preserve in safety this ship over the blue waves." "O Timokles! Timokles!" cried Heraklas, as he stretched his hands toward the ship.
Heraklas walked the dyke till the burning sun of noon forced him to find shelter.

He went back to his hiding place at the docks.

He watched and waited through the long hours.
At length the day departed.