It mattered little to him one way or the other.

The bridge was there, and he made the best of it.
A few swift, silent strokes brought him to it.

He hesitated a moment before venturing into the darkness underneath; then, bethinking him that it was that or discovery, he passed under.

He made for the wall, and as he groped along he found a chain depending and reaching down into the water.

He caught at it with both hands and hung by it to await events.
And now, for the first time that night, his pulses really quickened.
There in the dark he waited, and the moments that sped seemed very long to him, and they were very anxious.