ames, pleass! But to follow me quick."

"I'm right with you." She turned to follow him. "One minute." She
stepped back and spoke fiercely to Pafflow. "Pafflow, find Mr.
Davidge. Tell him Nicky is here. Remember, _Nicky is here_. It's life
and death. Find him."

Pafflow mumbled, "Nicky is here!" and Mamise ran after Nicky, who was
lugging a large suit-case. He was quivering with excitement.

"I didn't knew you in pentaloons, but Chake Nuttle pointet you owit,"
he laughed.

"Wh-where is Jake?"

"He goes ahead vit a boondle of bombs. Nobody is on the _Schiff_. Ve
could not have so good a chence again."

Mamise might have, ought to have, seized him and cried for help; but
she could not somehow throw off the character she had assumed with
Nicky. She obeyed him in a kind of automatism. Her eyes searched the
crowd for Larrey, who had kept all too close to her of recent days and
nights. But he had fallen under the hypnotism of some too eloquent
spellbinder.

Mamise felt the need of doing a great heroic feat, but she could not
imagine what it might be. Pending the arrival from heaven of some
superfeminine inspiration, she simply went along to be in at the
death.

Pafflow was a bit stupid and two bits stubborn. He puzzled over
Mamise's peculiar orders. He wanted to hear the rest of that fiery
speech. He turned and stared after Mamise and noted the way she went,
with the foppish stranger carrying the heavy baggage. But he was used
to obeying orders after a little balking, and in time his slow brain
started him on the hunt for Davidge. He quickened his pace and asked
questions, being put off or directed hither and yon.

At last he saw the boss sitting on a platform behind whose fluttering
bunting a white-haired man was hurling noises at the upturned faces of
the throng. Pafflow supposed that his jargon was English.

Getting to Davidge was not easy. But Pafflow was stubborn. He pushed
as close to the front as he could, and there a wall of bodies held
him.

The orator was checked in full career with almost fatal results by the
sudden bellowing of a voice from the crowd below. He supposed that he
was being heckled. He paused among the ruins of his favorite period,
and said:

"Well, my friend, what is it?"

Pafflow ignored him and shouted: "Meesta Davutch! O-o-h, Meesta
Davutch. Neecky is here."

Davidge, hearing his name bruited, rose and called into the mob,
"What's that?"

"Neecky is here."

When Davidge unde