Not a light showed upon the deck.

Not a single ray from within the cabin glimmered through any crevice.
A moment later, we heard some machinery moving very softly.

The swell of the eddies grew stronger, and in a few moments the boat touched the quay.
This word "quay," only used in that region, exactly describes the spot.

The rocks at our feet formed a level, five or six feet above the water, and descending to it perpendicularly, exactly like a landing wharf.
"We must not stop here," whispered Wells, seizing me by the arm.
"No," I answered, "they might see us.

We must lie crouched upon the beach! Or we might hide in some crevice of the rocks." "We will follow you." There was not a moment to lose.