They turned into the esplanade, and rocked down past the houses and the stores.  Near the wharf a knot of people waited, gazing curiously at them.  The paddle-steamer was at the wharf, smoke pouring from her funnel.  Aileen could see the tall figure of the captain leaning over the railing.  He shouted something she could not hear. She pulled up near the wharf, with a sigh of  relief.