He stopped in the shadows, close to a pile of crates and saw some men advancing in his direction, passing rapidly over the edge of the red spot made by the electric bulbs, so as not to be under the rain of light.
Although it was impossible for him to recognize them, he was positive, nevertheless, that they were the enemy seen at the bar.
His ship was far away, near the end of the dock most deserted at that hour.

"You've done an idiotic thing," he said mentally.
He began to repent of his rashness, but it was now far too late to turn back.

The city was further away than the steamer, and his enemies would fall upon him just as soon as they saw him going back.

How many were there ?...

That was the only thing that troubled him.
"Go on!...