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"Nosaloon, in a

lifeboat, on the lee scuppers--whatever they are I'll sleep in the

air, without any visible support! I'll sleep anywhere--nowhere--but I'll

sail! And as for irons--they don't h to hold me"

At five o'clock on Thursday afternoon the Saronia slipped smoothly away

from a Liverpool dock Twenty-five hundred Americans--about twice the

number the boat could comfortably carry--stood on her decks and cheered

Some of those in that croho had millions of money were booked

for the steerage All of theer, annoyance, discomfort They were to be stepped on, sat

on, crowded and jostled They suspected as much when the boat left the

dock Yet they cheered!

Gayest a them was Geoffrey West, triumphant amid the confusion He

was safely aboard; the boat was on its way! Little did it trouble him

that he went as a stoay, since he had no ticket; nothing but an

overwhelht as the Saronia stole along with all deck lights out and every