The bell is ringing for the last time.

All the passengers are aboard.

The _Astara_ is casting off her warps.
Suddenly there are shouts from the quay.

I recognize them as being in German, the same as I had heard at Tiflis when the train was starting for Baku.
It is the same man.

He is panting, he runs, he cannot run much farther.
The gangway has been drawn ashore, and the steamer is already moving off.