Through the closely-drawn curtains, too, they could see faint fingers of light from the house on the sea.
"They are working still," Granet continued.

"Look out, Collins, that's the creek." They pushed the boat into the middle of the black arm of water and stepped cautiously into it.

Taking one of the paddles, Granet, kneeling down, propelled it slowly seaward.

Once or twice they ran into the bank and had to push off, but very soon their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness.

By degrees the creek broadened.