We were rapidly leaving them, but we saw the boys climb on board, and one of them--it must have been Scott--waved his handkerchief to us.

I waved mine in return, but Rectus kept his in his pocket.

I don't think he felt in a wavy mood.
While we were standing looking at the distant pilot-boat, I began to consider a few matters; and the principal thing was this: How were Rectus and I to stand toward each other?
Should we travel like a couple of school-friends, or should I make him understand that he was under my charge and control, and must behave himself accordingly?
I had no idea what he thought of the matter, and by the way he addressed me when we met, I supposed that it was possible that he looked upon me very much as he used to when we went to school together.

If he had said Mr.Gordon, it would have been more appropriate, I thought, and would have encouraged me, too, in taking position as his supervisor.

As far as my own feelings were concerned, I think I would have preferred to travel about on a level with Rectus, and to have a good time with him, as two old school-fellows might easily have, even if one did happen to be two years older than the other.