though they bought only ferry tickets. Drummond did the same, and
sauntered leisurely within easy distance of the gate. Nothing seemed
to escape him, and yet never did he seem to be watching them.

The gateman shouted "All aboard!"

The door began to close.

"Come," she tugged at his sleeve.

They dodged in just in time. Drummond followed. They started across
the wagonway to the opposite side of the slip. He kept on the near
side. Constance swerved back again to the near side. Drummond had
been opposite them and they had now fallen in behind him. He was now
ahead, but going slowly. Murray felt her pulling back on his arm.
With a little exclamation she dropped her purse, which contained a
few coins. She had contrived to open it, and the coins ran in every
possible direction. Drummond was now on the boat.

"All aboard," growled the guard surlily. "All aboard."

"Go ahead, go ahead," shouted Murray, trying to pick up the
scattered change and scattering it the more. At last he understood.
"Go ahead. We'll take the next boat. Can't you see the lady has
dropped her purse?"

The gates closed. The warning whistle blew, and the ferryboat,
departed, bearing off Drummond alone.

Another cab toot them to the Riverside. A new bond of experience had