midday
So many of them saw him , so many of them were stopped and questioned by him . Looking for a lady , he told them , and that he looked far and wide they could testify . He was seen close to the fire line , up along the streets that stretched back from it , in among the crowds camped on the vacant lots , through the plazas and the tents that were starting up like mushrooms in every clear space . In the little shack where the _ Despatch _ was getting out its first paper , full of advertisements for the lost and offers of shelter to the outcast , he turned up at midday . He saw Crowder there , told him the situation , and left with him an advertisement `` for any news of Chrystie Alston . '' Late afternoon saw him back on the edges of the Mission Hills . The great human wave here had reached the limit of its wash .