Even half-indifferent sightseers dropped their voices as they told a newcomer: "You see that carriage over there?
That's Mrs.Alexander.They haven't found him yet.

She got off the train this morning.

Horton met her.

She heard it in Boston yesterday--heard the newsboys crying it in the street." At noon Philip Horton made his way through the crowd with a tray and a tin coffee-pot from the camp kitchen.

When he reached the carriage he found Mrs.Alexander just as he had left her in the early morning, leaning forward a little, with her hand on the lowered window, looking at the river.