The company's tug seemed unusually active.

It bustled about the big steamer with an industriousness that seemed almost frantic.

The laziness that had marked its efforts of the day before was amazingly absent.

At last they saw it turn for the shore, racing inward with a great churning of waves and a vast ado in its smokestack.
From their elevated position, the occupants of the gallery could see the distant pier.

When the tug drew up to its moorings, the same motionless horde of white-robed natives lined up along the dock building.