They suspected as much when the boat left the dock.

Yet they cheered! Gayest among them was Geoffrey West, triumphant amid the confusion.

He was safely aboard; the boat was on its way! Little did it trouble him that he went as a stowaway, since he had no ticket; nothing but an overwhelming determination to be on the good ship Saronia.
That night as the Saronia stole along with all deck lights out and every porthole curtained, West saw on the dim deck the slight figure of a girl who meant much to him.

She was standing staring out over the black waters; and, with wildly beating heart, he approached her, not knowing what to say, but feeling that a start must be made somehow.
"Please pardon me for addressing--" he began.

"But I want to tell you--" She turned, startled; and then smiled an odd little smile, which he could not see in the dark.
"I beg your pardon," she said.