Jonathan Harker's Journal
2 November, morning
It is broad daylight.
That good fellow would not wake me. He says it would have been a sin to, for I
slept peacefully and was forgetting my trouble. It seems brutally selfish to me
to have slept so long, and let him watch all night, but he was quite right. I
am a new man this morning. And, as I sit here and watch him sleeping, I can do
all that is necessary both as to minding the engine, steering, and keeping watch.
I can feel that my strength and energy are coming back to me. I wonder where Mina
is now, and Van Helsing. They should have got to Veresti about noon on Wednesday.
It would take them some time to get the carriage and horses. So if they had started
and travelled hard, they would be about now at the Borgo Pass. God guide and help
them! I am afraid to think what may happen. If we could only go faster. But we
cannot. The engines are throbbing and doing their utmost. I wonder how Dr. Seward
and Mr. Morris are getting on. There seem to be endless streams running down the
mountains into this river, but as none of them are very large, at present, at
all events, though they are doubtless terrible in winter and when the snow melts,
the horsemen may not have met much obstruction. I hope that before we get to Strasba
we may see them. For if by that time we have not overtaken the Count, it may be
necessary to take counsel together what to do next.