Explore "The Ends of Justice" by Fred M. White on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
There was just a chance for Bath yet. Renton was as good as done for, the plot hastily hatched with the unconscious Lascars as allies had fulfilled its work. Even still Bath was not quite sure whether Renton had recognised his own boat or not, but it was well to be on the safe side! No further move had been made by those aboard the Psyche, though the yacht still stood by apparently waiting on events. So the short winter's day wore on until darkness came without any further outbreak on the part of the Lascars. They were still in the same excited, restless state, and the angry hum was still going on, breaking out over and over again in a way that was trying to Cathcart's nerves.
He was longing with all his heart for darkness. It came at length, and then Cathcart prepared for his perilous task.