He accordingly took the end of a line and discontinued paddling for a short while until they arrived opposite the town, within three-quarters of a mile from the landing, when he let go and shaped his course for the beach, the boat standing to the southward and anchoring.
Boyton emerged from the surf and stood on the beach at 12.55 o'clock.
The moon was shining.

Some of the native soldiers were aware that a man was paddling across the straits; but many were not.

One of the guards on the wall surrounding the city, seeing him come out of the water, set up a terrific cry in the Arabic tongue.

Soon the bells were ringing from the mosques and a great commotion was evident within the walls of the city.

Paul, not knowing what the natives might do with him, walked down the beach a short distance and coming upon the upturned hull of a wrecked vessel, crawled under it.