An hour! Then I had missed my man once more! Was ever luck like mine?
I gathered up my crumpled hat and umbrella, and staggered out of that awful cabin.
“Look here,” said I to the sailor, “did you see the passengers go ashore?”
“I saw the steerage passengers go,” said he; “and a nice-looking lot they was.”
“There was one of the steerage passengers I wanted particularly to see. Did you see one with a portmanteau and hat-box?”
“Plenty of ’em,” was the reply.
“Yes; but his was quite a new hat-box; you couldn’t mistake it,” said I.
“Maybe I saw him. There was one young fellow—”
“Dark?”
“Yes; dark.”