Some of Muldoon's companions rushed to his rescue and found him doubled up like a jack-knife, and groaning over severe bumps.
His rough usage, however, had evidently cowed him, for he made no attempt to show fight or create further disturbance.
The young lady thanked the Jew, but that was all, until the boat grated up alongside Kaighn's Point wharf, when she caught his eye and motioned for him to approach.
"If you will be so kind as to assist me in finding a seat in the train," she said, modestly, "I would esteem it a great favor."
"Vel, you bet I vil! Id is a purdy rough crowd for a young lady withoud some company. My name ish Fritz Snyder; vot ish yours?"
"You may call me Madge," was the quiet reply.
Then Fritz took her little traveling-bag, and they left the boat with the crowd, and boarded the excursion-train which was close at hand.
Being among the first to reach it, they had no difficulty in finding a seat, and made haste to occupy it, as the cars were fast filling.
"I reckon ash how you vas goin' to der sea-shore?" Fritz asked, having some curiosity to know.
"I presume so, if the cars take me there," the young lady replied, with a faint smile. "Is it a nice place?"