Even the suppressed laughter of the officers, on the outside of the canvas, was audible to _him_; though the disputants could hear nothing but their own voices.

Every knock of the boat against the ship's side, every sound of the oars, as Carlo's foot rattled them about, and the wash of the water, was audible.

It seemed as if all the interests of life--the future, the past, and the present, together with the emotions of his whole heart, were compressed into that single instant.

Ignorant of what was expected, he asked Ithuel, in French, the course he ought to take.
"Am I to fall I head-foremost into the water?
What would you have of me ?" he whispered.
"Lie quiet, till I tell you to move.

I'll make the signal, Captain Rule; let the Eyetalians blaze away." Raoul could not see the water, as he lay with his head fairly in the port; and he had to trust entirely to the single sense of hearing.
Knock, knock, knock; the boat dropped slowly along the ship's side, as if preparing to shove off.