They stood without the jam and whispered hurriedly. "839," said the freckled man. "All right," said the tall man. Under the pommeling hands the oarsman showed signs of life. The voyagers watched him make a protesting kick at the leg of the crowd, the while uttering angry groans. "He's better," said the tall man, softly; "let's make off." Together they stole noiselessly up the dock. Directly in front of it they found a row of six cabs. The drivers on top were filled with a mighty curiosity. They had driven hurriedly from the adjacent ferry-house when they had seen the first running sign of an accident. They were straining on their toes and gazing at the tossing backs of the men in the crowd. The wanderers made a little detour, and then went rapidly towards a cab. They stopped in front of it and looked up. "Driver," called the tall man, softly. The man was intent. "Driver," breathed the freckled man. They stood for a moment and gazed imploringly. The cabman suddenly moved his feet. "By Jimmy, I bet he's a gonner," he said, in an ecstacy, and he again relapsed into a statue. The freckled man groaned and wrung his hands. The tall man climbed into the cab. "Come in here," he said to his companion. The freckled man climbed in, and the tall man reached over and pulled the door shut. Then he put his head out the window. "Driver," he roared, sternly, "839 Park Place--and quick." The driver looked down and met the eye of the tall man. "Eh?--Oh--839? Park Place? Yessir." He reluctantly gave his horse a clump on the back. As the conveyance rattled off the wanderers huddled back among the dingy cushions and heaved great breaths of relief. "Well, it's all over," said the freckled man, finally. "We're about out of it. And quicker than I expected. Much quicker. It looked to me sometimes that we were doomed. I am thankful to find it not so. I am rejoiced. And I hope and trust that you--well, I don't wish to--perhaps it is not the proper time to--that is, I don't wish to intrude a moral at an inopportune moment, but, my dear, dear fellow, I think the time is ripe to point out to you that your obstinacy, your selfishness, your villainous temper, and your various other faults can make it just as unpleasant for your ownself, my dear boy, as they frequently do for other people. You can see what you brought us to, and I most sincerely hope, my dear, dear fellow, that I shall soon see those signs in you which shall lead me to believe that you have become a wiser man." THE END OF THE BATTLE