A man was pacing back and forth in the opening whose figure seemed familiar to me.

Presently he came aboard, and as he passed near us I saw it was the omnipresent Mr.Murmurtot.
"I wonder if he is afraid somebody will steal the ship ?" I remarked.
"No, he is looking for some person," said Rayel, divining my thoughts.
"All ashore! Stand away, there!" shouted one of the ship's officers.
The passengers fell back, the gangway was pulled aboard, the great hawsers were loosened, and the ship moved slowly away from the dock.

We stood for a long time watching the river craft and the receding lights of the city.

The ship was well beyond the Atlantic Highlands when we went to our stateroom and to bed again.

We slept until late in the morning, and arose barely in time for a late breakfast with Hester.
Rayel seemed cheerful enough and took more than ordinary interest in his surroundings.