"Awake awake, and live!" The noises from the saloon reminded her that the journey was ended, that she must leave the boat.

And she did not know where to go--she and her bundle.

She waited until she saw the Waterburys, along with the other passengers, moving up the levee.

Then she issued forth--by the promenade deck door so that she would not pass the office.

But at the head of the companionway, in the forward part of the deck, there the clerk stood, looking even pettier and more offensive by daylight.