de. Evan swung himself on as the car
got in motion, and remained out on the back platform, using his paper
as a screen.

As the car progressed to the far East side it gradually emptied until
only Anway and Evan remained on board. Evan became rather nervous.
"Well, if he spots me I'll follow him anyhow," he said. "What on earth
is he doing on this ragged edge of the town?"

At the end of the line Anway got off the front end of the car without
having discovered Evan, and headed down the water-front street to the
South. A number of groups of people, having the gala look of those
bound on an excursion, were going the same way; and Evan concealed
himself among them.

On the river side the new city piers stretched out into the water. Not
having been leased yet, all kinds of craft were tied there;
canal-boats, lighters, schooners, launches. All the people, including
Anway, were heading towards a pier where a queer little old-fashioned
steamboat was lying. She had a tall, thin smoke-stack and immense
paddle-boxes. She looked like one of those insects with a tiny body
and a wholly disproportionate outfit of legs, antennas, etc., spreading
around. Her name was painted in fancy letters on the paddle-boxes:
_Ernestlna_.

From the rear Evan saw Anway pass on board. He wondered what the
elegant Anway had in common with all the poor and humble people who
were bound on the excursion. Many of them obviously did not even
possess any Sunday clothes to put on for the trip. There is, surely,
no greater degree of poverty. Children were very largely in the
majority, pale, great-eyed, little spindle-shanks. All had red tickets
in their hands. If, as it seemed, this was a charitable excursion,
Anway must be one of those in charge.

As he drew closer Evan saw that the tickets were being collected by a
man at the shore end of the gangway. Here was a proper source of
information. This man had the pale and earnest look of the
professional philanthropist, a worthy soul, some half a dozen years
older than Evan, with a wife and four children undoubtedly. Evan took
up a place near him and watched the procession wending aboard with
brightening faces.

"You couldn't have a better day for the trip," he hazarded.

The ticket-taker responded amiably: "Great, isn't it? We'll bring 'em
back with rosy cheeks."

"Is this the outfit Anway told me about?" asked Evan, feeling his way.

"Yes, the Ozone Association trips. Are you a fr