An examination was made, and the agents decided to transship the emigrants. They were taken to London and thence by train to Liverpool, and Ivan and Anna sat again side by side, holding hands and smiling at each other as the third-class emigrant train from Euston raced down through the green Midland counties to grimy Liverpool. “You are not afraid?” Ivan would say to her each time she looked at him. “It is a long way, but the Dream has given me much courage,” she said. “To-day I spoke to a Lett whose brother works in New York City,” said the giant. “Do you know how much money he earns each day?” “How much?” she questioned. “Three rubles, and he calls the policemen by their first names.” “You will earn five rubles, my Ivan,” she murmured. “There is no one as strong as you.” Once again they were herded into the bowels of a big ship that steamed away through the fog banks of the Mersey out into the Irish Sea. There were more dreamers now, nine hundred of them, and Anna and Ivan were more comfortable. And these new emigrants, English, Irish, Scotch, French, and German, knew much concerning America. Ivan was certain that he would earn at least three rubles a day. He was very strong. On the deck he defeated all comers in a tug of war, and the captain of the ship came up to him and felt his muscles. “The country that lets men like you get away from it is run badly,” he said. “Why did you leave it?” The interpreter translated what the captain said, and through the interpreter Ivan answered. “I had a Dream,” he said, “a Dream of freedom.” “Good,” cried the captain. “Why should a man with muscles like yours have his face ground into the dust?” The soul of Big Ivan grew during those days. He felt himself a man, a man who was born upright to speak his thoughts without fear. The ship rolled into Queenstown one bright morning, and Ivan and his nine hundred steerage companions crowded the for’ard deck. A boy in a rowboat threw a line to the deck, and after it had been fastened to a stanchion he came up hand over hand. The emigrants watched him curiously. An old woman sitting in the boat pulled off her shoes, sat in a loop of the rope, and lifted her hand as a signal to her son on deck. “Hey, fellers,” said the boy, “help me pull me muvver up. She wants to sell a few dozen apples, an’ they won’t let her up the gangway!” Big Ivan didn’t understand the words, but he guessed what the boy wanted. He made one of a half dozen who gripped the rope and started to pull the ancient apple woman to the deck. They had her halfway up the side when an undersized third officer discovered what they were doing. He called to a steward, and the steward sprang to obey. “Turn a hose on her!” cried the officer. “Turn a hose on the old woman!” The steward rushed for the hose. He ran with it to the side of the ship with the intention of squirting the old woman, who was swinging in midair and exhorting the six men who were dragging her to the deck.