across the harbor, aboard the fisherman’s boat, he and cambreau watch the steamer. the fisherman asks if they will be all right eventually, and cambreau replies thst all is well now. he says “goodbye, my friend,” to the fisherman, who removes his hat and replies, “goodbye, monsieur.” cambreau grips the other man’s shoulder in farewell and strides off down the deck to disappear into the shadows where there is no passage. the gently smiling fisherman slowly makes the sign of the cross on his breast.