Ithuel, he knew, was a man for exigencies.

Experience had taught him a profound respect for his enterprise and daring, when it became necessary to act.
Something must certainly be in the wind, worthy of his attention, or this cautious person would not have exposed himself in a situation which would be sure to lead to punishment, if detected.

Ithuel was seated astride of one of the chains, beneath the main-channel of the ship, a position which might be maintained without detection, possibly, so long as it continued dark; but which in itself, if seen, would have been taken as a proof of an evil intention.
"What would you have, Etooelle ?" whispered Raoul, who perceived that his companions were too much occupied to observe his movements, or to hear his words.
"The _Eye_talian, and his niece, are about to go ashore.

Everything is ready and understood.

I've consaited you might pass out of the port, in the dark, and escape in the boat.