"Well if your fellow-traveller enters later you will be awakened."
"I daresay," said Ventin; "but I've got a whole cabin to myself--queer you haven't seen some things you'd like to look at."
"What is the number?" asked Monteith, carelessly.
"Forty-three."
Some one pushed against Ronald at that moment and he did not hear Ventin's answer.
"What number did you say?"
"Forty-three," from Ventin, in a louder tone of voice, "look me up in the morning--at present, good-bye," and he shook the young man's hand cordially.
"Good night you mean," said Ronald, laughing.
"It's all the same thing," replied Ventin, idly, "like Kathleen Mavourneen--it may be for years and it may be for ever--good night," and he moved away slowly down the saloon steps.
Ronald remained leaning over the bulwarks looking at the stream of people coming up, and presently he was joined by Pat Ryan, who made facetious remarks on the late arrivals.