“Why, I’ve jest come from there!”
“Didn’t get off, eh? So you are trying to cheat the ferry company out of two cents?”
“No, I ain’t either. I paid the money before comin’ aboard.”
“Then you should have landed when the boat stopped.”
“But what shall I do now? I want to go to New York.”
“Stay here till the boat starts again, and then keep your wits about you, if you can, long enough to understand when she stops.”
Josiah was beginning to realize he had made a mistake, and, in order to be certain of the proper direction, looked around for the station when the boat entered the slip.
As a matter of course, he failed to see any such building, and in a troubled frame of mind remained leaning against the rail with his precious valise between his feet until the deck-hand approached once more.
“Say, why don’t you get off?” the man demanded.
“’Cause I want to go to Baker’s Court.”