You think it over while you are away, and when you want to go, why, we'll go over together, Van.

What do you think?
Would you like to have your old governor along for a little while ?" * * * * * The _Santa Rosa_ cast off the company's docks the next day about noon in the midst of a thick, cold mist that was half rain.

The Old Gentleman came to see Vandover off.
The steamer, which seemed gigantic, was roped and cabled to the piers, feeling the water occasionally with her screw to keep the hawsers taut.
About the forward gangway a band of overworked stevedores were stowing in the last of the cargo, aided by a donkey engine, which every now and then broke out into a spasm of sputtering coughs.

At the passenger gangway a great crowd was gathered, laughing and exchanging remarks with the other crowd that leaned over the railings of the decks.
There was a smell of pitch and bilge in the air mingled with the reek of hot oil from the engines.

About twelve o'clock an odour of cooking arose, and the steward went about the decks drumming upon a snoring gong for dinner.
Half an hour later the great whistle roared interminably, drowning out the chorus of "good-byes" that rose on all sides.