I saw you issue from the cell marked on your plan.

Do you know where Thomas Roch is ?" "A few paces off.

He has just passed me, on his way to his laboratory." "God be praised, Mr.Hart!" "Amen, Lieutenant Davon." The lieutenant, the two men and I took the path around the lagoon.
We had not gone far when we perceived Thomas Roch in front of us.

To throw ourselves upon him, gag him before he could utter a cry, bind him before he could offer any resistance, and bear him off to the place where the _Sword_ was moored was the work of a minute.
The _Sword_ was a submersible boat of only twelve tons, and consequently much inferior to the tug, both in respect of dimensions and power.

Her screw was worked by a couple of dynamos fitted with accumulators that had been charged twelve hours previously in the port of St.George.However, the _Sword_ would suffice to take us out of this prison, to restore us to liberty--that liberty of which I had given up all hope.