In half an hour they were at the Embarcadero.

The time was fairly up.

Clarence's eyes were eagerly bent for the first appearance of the stage-coach around the little promontory; the ferryman was as eagerly scanning the bare, empty street of the still sleeping settlement.
"I don't see him anywhere," said the ferryman with a glance, half of astonishment and half of curiosity, at his solitary passenger.
"See whom ?" asked Clarence carelessly, as he handed the man his promised fee.
"The other man I ferried over to catch the stage.

He must have gone on without waiting.

You're in luck, young fellow!" "I don't understand you," said Clarence impatiently.