Ten o'clock came and the carriage. Philip had several errands to do around busy Union Square. The tickets were already attended to; but somehow time was lost. When they hurried down-town and swung around the corner of the Bowling Green they discovered that they were scarcely five minutes from the sailing of the Old Province.
As they rolled out upon the pier the black hull of the Halifax boat, built for worthy ocean service, rose before them.
"They've rung the 'all-ashore bell' long ago, gentlemen! Be lively!" called out one of the employees. They sprang out of the carriage and hurried forward. "Halloa, there, wait a minute!" was shouted to the deck-hands who were preparing to cast off the plank.
"Quick! That trunk there is for Halifax!" Mr. Hilliard called to the baggage-men. The trunk was caught up and hustled off. "A minute in time's as good as an hour—good-bye, good-bye!" he gasped, helping them up. "I wanted to give you some points about the custom-house fellows and speak a good word to the captain for you, but I can't. I'll telegraph Marcy that I saw you off nicely. I'm going
