of the "dragon." The fifteen girls were all around her. Before anyone started down the sloping gangway plank, however, two policemen, accompanied by a woman, hurried up on board The Tub.
"Now, madam," said the policeman, "is he here?"
We saw that trouble was coming, and everybody looked at everybody else.
"Is he here?" cried the woman excitedly; "there he stands, the villain. Oh, you villain, you scoundrel, you mean rascal, to leave me, as you thought, penniless in New York, and desert your own wife and family for that that creature!"
We all looked at Kensington, and his face was greenish-pale. The heavily veiled woman shrunk behind him, and the policeman tried to make the true wife keep quiet.
"Is your name Braughton?"
Kensington did not answer. His eyes were riveted on his wife. "In the name of God," he cried aghast, "how did you come here?"
"How did I come here," she shrieked. "Oh, you thought you slipped away nicely, didn't you? But you forgot that the Clipper left the next day, and I've been here two days waiting for you. You little thought when you deserted me and my children in New York that we would be here to confront you at Liverpool."
