This seemed to settle their plans, for all three remained on guard, Dobson nearest to the Tower, seated on an outcrop of rock with his mackintosh collar turned up, and his eyes usually on the misty sea.
By this time it was eleven o'clock, and the next three hours passed slowly with Heritage.

He fell to picturing the fortunes of his friends.

Dickson and the Princess should by this time be far inland, out of danger and in the way of finding succour.

He was confident that they would return, but he trusted not too soon, for he hoped for a run for his money as Horatius in the Gate.

After that he was a little torn in his mind.