Going around the right angle in which it ended, he encountered a narrow flight of steps.

Among many scents, he recognized those of Kwaque and Steward and knew they had passed that way.
Up the stairs and on the main deck, he began to meet passengers.

Being white gods, he did not resent their addresses to him, though he did not linger and went out on the open deck where more of the favoured gods reclined in steamer-chairs.

Still no Kwaque or Steward.

Another flight of narrow, steep stairs invited, and he came out on the boat-deck.