As he planned, he listened.

From noon on he never ceased to listen for that distant putt, putt, putt, that would give them a mile's warning of the approach of the patrol launch.
He did not keep his plans to himself.

Marette sensed his growing uneasiness, and he made her a partner of his thoughts.
"If we hear the patrol before we reach the Chute, we'll still have time to run ashore," he assured her.

"And they won't catch us.

We'll be harder to find than two needles in a haystack.