The captain stepped into his boat and took the oars.

Then the four negroes, two on a side, ran out the little craft as far as possible through the surf, and then, when they had scrambled on board, the captain pulled out into smooth water.
Hoisting his little sail, and seating himself in the stern, with the tiller in his hand, he brought the boat round to the wind.

Once he turned toward shore and waved his hat, and then he sailed away toward the western sky.
Mrs.Cliff and Ralph walked together toward the caves, leaving Edna alone upon the beach.
"Well," said Ralph, "this is the first wedding I ever saw, but I must say it is rather different from my idea of that sort of thing.

I thought that people always kissed at such affairs, and there was general jollification and cake, but this seemed more like a newfangled funeral, with the dear departed acting as his own Charon and steering himself across the Styx." "He might have kissed her," said Mrs.Cliff, thoughtfully.

"But you see, Ralph, everything had to be very different from ordinary weddings.