Van Helsing seemed to throw his whole soul into the effort.

At last, in obedience to his will she made reply.
"All is dark.

I hear lapping water, level with me, and some creaking as of wood on wood." She paused, and the red sun shot up.

We must wait till tonight.
And so it is that we are travelling towards Galatz in an agony of expectation.

We are due to arrive between two and three in the morning.