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And
then
,
it
seemed
almost
directly
,
they
were
on
the
steamer
in
the
midst
of
the
wildest
bustle
and
confusion
;
carriages
were
driving
down
and
leaving
passengers
;
passengers
were
getting
into
a
state
of
excitement
about
baggage
which
had
not
arrived
and
threatened
to
be
too
late
;
big
trunks
and
cases
were
being
bumped
down
and
dragged
about
;
sailors
were
uncoiling
ropes
and
hurrying
to
and
fro
;
officers
were
giving
orders
;
ladies
and
gentlemen
and
children
and
nurses
were
coming
on
board
,
—
some
were
laughing
and
looked
gay
,
some
were
silent
and
sad
,
here
and
there
two
or
three
were
crying
and
touching
their
eyes
with
their
handkerchiefs
.
Cedric
found
something
to
interest
him
on
every
side
;
he
looked
at
the
piles
of
rope
,
at
the
furled
sails
,
at
the
tall
,
tall
masts
which
seemed
almost
to
touch
the
hot
blue
sky
;
he
began
to
make
plans
for
conversing
with
the
sailors
and
gaining
some
information
on
the
subject
of
pirates
.
It
was
just
at
the
very
last
,
when
he
was
standing
leaning
on
the
railing
of
the
upper
deck
and
watching
the
final
preparations
,
enjoying
the
excitement
and
the
shouts
of
the
sailors
and
wharfmen
,
that
his
attention
was
called
to
a
slight
bustle
in
one
of
the
groups
not
far
from
him
.
Some
one
was
hurriedly
forcing
his
way
through
this
group
and
coming
toward
him
.
It
was
a
boy
,
with
something
red
in
his
hand
.
It
was
Dick
.
He
came
up
to
Cedric
quite
breathless
.
“
I
’
ve
run
all
the
way
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ve
come
down
to
see
ye
off
.
Trade
’
s
been
prime
!
I
bought
this
for
ye
out
o
’
what
I
made
yesterday
.
Ye
kin
wear
it
when
ye
get
among
the
swells
I
lost
the
paper
when
I
was
tryin
’
to
get
through
them
fellers
downstairs
.
They
didn
’
t
want
to
let
me
up
.
It
’
s
a
hankercher
.
”
He
poured
it
all
forth
as
if
in
one
sentence
.
A
bell
rang
,
and
he
made
a
leap
away
before
Cedric
had
time
to
speak
.
“
Good
-
bye
!
”
he
panted
.
“
Wear
it
when
ye
get
among
the
swells
.
”
And
he
darted
off
and
was
gone
.
A
few
seconds
later
they
saw
him
struggle
through
the
crowd
on
the
lower
deck
,
and
rush
on
shore
just
before
the
gang
-
plank
was
drawn
in
.
He
stood
on
the
wharf
and
waved
his
cap
.
Cedric
held
the
handkerchief
in
his
hand
.
It
was
of
bright
red
silk
ornamented
with
purple
horseshoes
and
horses
’
heads
.
There
was
a
great
straining
and
creaking
and
confusion
.
The
people
on
the
wharf
began
to
shout
to
their
friends
,
and
the
people
on
the
steamer
shouted
back
:
“
Good
-
bye
!
Good
-
bye
!
Good
-
bye
,
old
fellow
!
”
Every
one
seemed
to
be
saying
,
“
Don
’
t
forget
us
.
Write
when
you
get
to
Liverpool
.
Good
-
bye
!
Good
-
bye
!
”
