Yet he was drawn to the man, and clung to his
friendship.
"Right-o! I s'pose the place owns a telephone," he snickered, and then
hurried away to finish packing. Curtis, whose belongings were locked
and strapped hours ago, remained on deck, and watched the preparations
for bringing the great liner alongside the Cunard pier. When her
engines were stopped in mid-stream a number of fussy little tugs began
nosing her round to starboard. It seemed a matter of sheer
impossibility that these puny creatures should move such a monster; but
faith can move mountains, and in half an hour, or less, the tugs had
moved the _Lusitania_ to her allotted berth.
Meanwhile, in each wide arch of the Customs shed, parterres of joyous
faces grew momentarily more distinct. It was easy to discern the very
instant when one or other eager group on shore recognized the features
of relatives and friends on the ship. A frenzied waving of
handkerchiefs, small flags, or umbrellas, an occasional wild whoop, a
college cry or a rebel yell, would evoke similar demonstrations from
the packed lines of onlookers fringing the lower decks. One fact was
dominant--to the vast majority of the passengers, this was home.
Suddenly, Curtis found that he was the sole tenant of the open
promenade.
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