There were no tears for him, or fears that he would not return in safety.

Of the hundreds of waving handkerchiefs, none was meant for him; but as a last show of good-fellowship and as a farewell greeting to his native land, Chester waved once with the rest.
The rain continued as the ship dropped down the bay and came safely into the open sea.

Some of the passengers then hurried below, while others lingered on deck to see as long as possible the fast-receding land.
Chester took his time.

He had seen that his grips had been safely stowed away in his state room, so he had no worries, as others seemed to have, regarding his belongings.

The ship hands (sailors they cannot now be called) were busy clearing the deck and getting things into their proper places.