Among the passengers was a young lady of eighteen or nineteen years of age, who sat in the stern of the boat, seeming to have no friends or acquaintances. She was by no means unprepossessing in face, and was trimly built, and dressed rather stylishly, compared to the others of her sex aboard the boat. It was not long before several of the roughs noted the fact that she was unaccompanied, and determined to know the reason why. Therefore, one lubberly, raw-boned young bruiser, with a freckled face, blood-shot eyes, and a large, red nose, approached her and tipped his hat with tipsy gallantry: "'Scuse me, young lady, but (hic) may I ask ef yer got (hic) company?" he asked. "Plenty of it, sir," the young lady replied, her eyes flashing. "I do not know you; you'd confer a favor by not addressing me." "I'll do as I please, my gal; don't ye sass yer cuzzin. Don't ye know me? I'm a 'full moon' solid Mulligan Muldoon, I am." Greatly annoyed, the young woman turned her head away without answering. This, however, did not abash the "full moon," for he advanced closer, and laid one burly hand upon the railing beside her. "Now, (hic) see here, my beloved Miss Moriarty," he began, but before he could proceed further, a foppishly attired young Jew, with red hair and a hooked nose, stepped forward and slapped the Fourth Ward man on the shoulder. "Yoost you bounce oud, mine friend," he said. "Der young lady don'd vas vant some off your attention." "Hello! who in blazes are you?" Muldoon demanded, gruffly, not offering to move. "I are Muldoon, ther solid man, I am, an' I allow I kin lick any man on (hic) ther boat." "That don'd make any difference. Dot young lady don'd vant you near her, und uff you don'd vas gone away, right off quick, I'll throw you oud--dot's der style off an excursionist I am!" cried the Jew. "Oho! you wull, wull you? You'll throw me out, hey?--me Full-moon Muldoon, ther solid man? I'll hev a kiss from the girl an' then I'll heave yer Israelite carcass overboard for the fishes." And, making a drunken lunge forward, he threw his arms about the young lady's neck, amid indignant cries of a crowd of bystanders, and attempted to kiss her. But he failed in his purpose, for she pluckily threw him off, and the next instant the Jewish-looking young man came to her rescue. Seizing the rough by the coat and trousers he jerked him away; then with the strength of a Hercules, raised him from the floor and hurled him forward down the cabin stairway to the lower deck. A cheer of approval at once went up from the larger share of the spectators, and the Dutchman became the hero of the hour. Some of Muldoon's companions rushed to his rescue and found him doubled up like a jack-knife, and groaning over severe bumps. His rough usage, however, had evidently cowed him, for he made no attempt to show fight or create further disturbance.