Adolphe whistled in return, and in another minute a dark object appeared through the mist.

They took their places in the stern, and the boat rowed quietly off again.

So well were the oars muffled that Harry could hear no sound save an almost imperceptible splash each time they dipped into the water.
The town was very still and scarce a sound was heard.

The awe of the horrible event which was about to take place hung over the town, and although there was drinking and exultations among the ruffians in the back lanes, even these instinctively avoided the neighbourhood of the river.
So thick was the fog that they were some little time before they found the white luggers.

When they did so they rowed to that moored lowest down the stream and made fast alongside.