Not a policeman was in sight, and Ben, in great physical disgust, carried the helpless hulk to one side, out of the way of pedestrians, took off the tattered coat and rolled it into a pillow for the head, and then moved on with the sound of the stertorous drunken breathing still in his ears.

Still other experiences were in store for him.  He made a half block without further interruption; then he suddenly heard at his back a frightened scream, and a young woman came running toward him, followed at a distance by a roughly dressed man, the latter apparently the worse for liquor.  Blair stopped, and the girl coming up, caught him by the arm imploringly.

“Help me, Mister, please!” she pleaded breathlessly.  “He—­Tom, back there—­insulted me.  I—­” A burst of hysterical tears interrupted the confession.

Meanwhile, seeing the turn events had taken, the pursuer had likewise stopped, and now he hesitated.

“All right,” replied Ben.  “Go ahead!  I’ll see that the fellow doesn’t trouble you again.”  And he started back.

But the girl’s hand was again upon his arm.  “No,” she protested, “not that way, please.  He’s my steady, Tom is, only to-night he’s drank too much, and—­and—­he doesn’t realize what he’s doing.”  The grip on his arm tightened as she looked imploringly into his face.  “Take me home, please!” A catch was in her voice.  “I’m afraid.”

Ben hesitated.  Even in the half-light the petitioner’s face hinted brazenly of cosmetics.

“Where do you live?” he asked shortly.

“Only a little way, less than a block, and it’s the direction you’re going.  Please take me!”

“Very well,” said Blair, and they moved on, the girl still clinging to him and sobbing at intervals.  Before a dark three-story and basement building, with a decidedly sinister aspect, she stopped and indicated a stairway.

“This is the place.”

“All right,” responded Ben.  “I guess you’re safe now.  Good-night!”

But she clung to him the tighter.  “Come up with me,” she insisted.  “We’re only on the second floor, and I haven’t thanked you yet.  Really, I’m so grateful!  You don’t know what it means to be a girl, and—­and—­” Her feelings got the better of her again, and she paused to wipe her eyes on her sleeve.  “My mother will be so thankful too.  She’d never forgive me if I didn’t bring you up.  Please come!” and she led the way up the darkened stair.

Again Ben hesitated.  He did not in the least like the situation in which circumstances had placed him.  The prospect of the girl’s mother, like herself, scattering grateful tears upon him was not alluring; but it seemed the part of a cad to refuse, and at last he followed.

His guide led him up a short flight of stairs and turned to the right, down a dimly lighted hall.  The ground-floor of the building was used for store purposes.  This second floor was evidently a series of apartments.  Lights from within the rooms crept over the curtained transoms.  Voices sounded; glasses clinked.  A piano banged out ragtime like mad.