He was helped in and placed far forward, just under the coin box.

Casey pulled the strap attached to his leg, closing the door, and we moved on, across Madison Square, past St.Leo's, up the slope of Murray Hill.
At Thirty-seventh Street there was a tug at the strap, and one of the young men said a curt 'good-night' and alighted.

We passed the old Reservoir, crossed Forty-second Street.

Two blocks more and the second of the young men signalled.

'Good-night, Dick!' he said and was gone.
As we resumed the journey the gentleman who with his wife had climbed aboard at Eighth Street noticed that the head of the third young man, the one apparently intoxicated, was sinking lower and lower.