Looking up the long lines of pens, I could see Miss Blair steering Drinkwater from the gangway toward the letter D. I noticed his movements as reluctant and terrified. The din I found appalling even with the faculty of sight must have been menacing to him in his darkness. He was still trying to take it with a laugh, but the merriment had become frozen. Seizing my two bags again, I ran up the line. "Oh, you dear old kid!" Miss Blair exclaimed, as I came within speaking distance, "I’m sure glad to see you. I was afraid you’d been—" Knowing her suspicion, I cut in on her fear. "No; it didn’t happen. I—got off the boat all right. I—I’ve just been looking after my things and ran back to see if there was anything I could do—" "Bless you! There’s everything you can do. Harry’s been crying for you like a baby for its nurse." "Where is he?" The words were his. Confused by the hub-bub, he was clawing in the wrong direction, so that the grab with which he seized me was like that of a strayed child on clutching a friendly hand. In the end I was in a taxicab, bound for the rooming-house "rather far west" in Thirty-fifth Street, with my charge by my side. "Say, isn’t this the grandest!" The accent was so sincere that I laughed. We were out in the sunlight by this time, plowing our way through the squalor. "What’s grand about it?" "Oh, well, Miss Blair finding me that house to go to—and you going along with me—and the doctor coming to see me to-morrow to talk about a job—" "What job?" "Oh, some job. There’ll be one. You’ll see. I’ve got the darnedest good luck a guy was ever born with—all except my name." "What about the fellows you said would be jazzing around the dock to meet you?" I was sorry for that bit of cruelty before it had got into words. It was one of the rare occasions on which I ever saw his honest pug-face fall. "Say, you didn’t believe that, did you?" "You said it." "Oh, well, I say lots of things. Have to." We jolted on till a block in the traffic enabled him to continue without the difficulty of speaking against noise. "Look here! I’m going to tell you something. It’s—it’s a secret." "Then for Heaven’s sake keep it." "I want you to know it. I don’t want to be your friend under false pretenses."