Other figures were walking rapidly in the direction of the Rectangle and the tent.

Surely Rachel Winslow had never sung like that in the First Church.

It was a marvelous voice.

What was it she was singing?
Again Alexander Powers, Superintendent of the machine shops, paused and listened, "Where He leads me I will follow, Where He leads me I will follow, Where He leads me I will follow, I'll go with Him, with Him.
All the way!" The brutal, coarse, impure life of the Rectangle stirred itself into new life as the song, as pure as the surroundings were vile, floated out and into saloon and den and foul lodging.

Some one stumbled hastily by Alexander Powers and said in answer to a question: "De tent's beginning to run over tonight.