When the darkness covered the surface of the harbor, Heraklas rose and girt about him the ample dress he wore, of fine linen, that descended to his feet.
He slipped softly into the water, and swam toward the ship.

Reaching the small boat that floated by the ship, Heraklas drew himself up into the little craft.
He listened to the lap of water on the side of the ship.

A sudden joy shot through Heraklas that they were so near together, Timokles and, himself.

It was for this he had stayed outside Alexandria till the gates were shut.

It were better to be a homeless Christian on this water than to linger in godless Alexandria! He heard sounds of revelry on shipboard.