"He's still talking.

I wish he'd run away smiling." He did finally.

That is, he went off, but whether he was smiling they couldn't say.

They fancied, however, that he was not, for the _Catspaw_ would have made a nice prize for the tug's owners.
The tug plunged off the way she had come and was soon only a speck in the gathering twilight.

It seemed a bit more lonesome after she had gone, and more than one of the quintette aboard the _Catspaw_ wondered whether, after all, it might not have been the part of wisdom to have accepted assistance.