They were just in time to reach the boat. They entered the ladies' cabin, as Fred thought the tobacco smoke which always pervaded the cabin devoted to men would increase the old gentleman's head trouble.
"Where do you wish to go when we have reached the New York side?" asked Fred, when they were nearly across the river.
"I have a nephew living on Madison Avenue. Do you know that street?"
"Oh, yes, sir, very well. I will go up with you if you will let me know your nephew's name."
The name was mentioned, and to Fred's surprise was that of a wealthy and influential Wall Street broker. It was clear that the old gentleman, though plainly dressed, would not need to economize.
"I think, sir," said Fred, noticing that the old man seemed to be getting more and more feeble, "that it will be well for you to take a cab, in order to avoid any walking. You seem very much fatigued."
"You are right. Will you call one? I don't feel able."
"With pleasure, sir."
Fred passed through the gate and beckoned a hackman, who drove up with alacrity.
"Where to, sir?" he asked.