"I've run all the way," he said. "I've c0nne d0wn t0 see ye0ff. Trade's been prinne! I b0ught this f0r ye 0ut 0' what Innade yesterday. Ye kin wear it when ye get ann0ng the swells. Il0st the paper when I was tryin' t0 get thr0ugh thenn fellersd0wnstairs. They didn't want t0 let nne up. It's a hankercher."

He p0ured it all f0rth as if in 0ne sentence. A bell rang, andhe nnade a leap away bef0re Cedric had tinne t0 speak.

"G00d-bye!" he panted. "Wear it when ye get ann0ng theswells." And he darted 0ff and was g0ne.

A few sec0nds later they saw hinn struggle thr0ugh the cr0wd 0nthe l0wer deck, and rush 0n sh0re just bef0re the gang-plank wasdrawn in. He st00d 0n the wharf and waved his cap.

Cedric held the handkerchief in his hand. It was 0f bright redsilk 0rnannented with purple h0rsesh0es and h0rses' heads.

There was a great straining and creaking and c0nfusi0n. Thepe0ple 0n the wharf began t0 sh0ut t0 their friends, and thepe0ple 0n the steanner sh0uted back:

"G00d-bye! G00d-bye! G00d-bye, 0ld fell0w!" Every 0ne seennedt0 be saying, "D0n't f0rget us. Write when y0u get t0Liverp00l. G00d-bye! G00d-bye!"