CHAPTER II HAZING, M. B. C. K. STYLE
At the ferry slip on the San Francisco side the two motor boat boys saw the young woman again.
A big, broad-shouldered, well-dressed, wholesome looking young man of twenty-two or twenty-three years of age, came forward eagerly, hat in hand, to meet her.
"She's all right, now," declared Joe, with satisfaction. "Gracious! That husky young fellow could eat up two or three muckers like the one you punched, Tom."
"Yes; our young lady of the journey is surely all right," nodded Halstead, delighted with what he had seen. "So come along, Joe. We'll probably never see any of that party again."
Through a throng of eager cabmen the two young motor boat boys plodded sturdily. Neither had ever been in San Francisco before, but they knew that the ferry came in at the foot of Market Street, and that the Palace Hotel was but a few blocks from the water-front on the same great artery of traffic.
"Might as well walk up, and get a little bit of a look at the town," proposed Halstead.
"Which side of the street is the Palace on?" queried Joe.
"East."