Let's all pray as he may see his sin against his Saviour, and come right back to Him.

He's too good to lose, and we won't let go on him." Then the excitement gathered, and the meeting really developed into what might be fairly termed a Service of Praise.

The men almost roared their choruses, then they prayed passionately, then they sang again, and the rush of harmless excitement went on hour by hour, until the strongest enthusiasts had to obey the signal given by the darkness.
On deck there were merry partings, and the Newfoundland puppy business was resumed with exceeding vigour.

Tom Lennard was exalting his popularity, and he knew the history of the father, the mother, the wife, the children (down to the last baby), of every man with whom he talked.
The wind was still, the moon made silver of the air; the fleet hung like painted ships on painted ocean,--and the men delayed their partings like affectionate brothers whom broad seas must soon divide.

The distant adoration paid to the ladies would have amused some indifferent shoregoers.