New faces appeared in the procession, new voices were raised with energy, new figures sprang into existence with marvellous rapidity.

It seemed to Percival that the population doubled and tripled and quadrupled with every throb of the powerful engines.

He saw his "bunkie" of the night before,--the man who was trying so hard to die and couldn't,--he saw him plunging along with the throng, pale but valiant, ferociously glaring at every one who smoked.
A small group of American nurses, some young and pretty, others young and homely, but all of them sprightly and clear-eyed,--nine of them, in fact--tramped by in "columns of three." Percival's guardian jerked his head in their direction after they had passed, and volunteered this bit of information: "Hornswoggled, them girls was.

Come all the way down from New York six months ago.

Promised double pay and plenty of work in the American colony.