Ten minutes past eight
Upon that slope there was no need to show myself . I measured out some fifty yards of the path , and paced it to and fro , idly counting my steps ; for the chill crept back into my bones if I halted for a minute . Once or twice I turned aside into the quarry , and stood there tracing the veins in the hewn rock : then back to my quarter-deck tramp and the study of my watch . Ten minutes past eight ! Fool -- to expect her to cheat so many spies . This hunger of mine was becoming serious ... . A stone dislodged -- a light footfall on the path -- and my heart leapt .