Eight o'clock
Then he came back to the eastern side of the Narrows and went north along the Brooklyn shore . Past the Erie Basin , past Governor 's Island , past the Brooklyn Bridge , past the Navy Yard , past Blackwell 's Island , past Ward 's Island , past Hell Gate , with its swirling currents , and on into the Sound , he traveled in imagination , examining every point and word on the map , but he saw nothing suggestive . The minutes crept on . Eight o'clock had already struck . Captain Hardy was in a fever of anxiety . He could no longer sit still , but was pacing the floor . Lew , utterly hopeless of helping , stood at the window , looking out over the myriad lights of the harbor .