No one stayed to the after-meeting.

The people rapidly melted away from the tent, and the saloons, which had been experiencing a dull season while the meetings progressed, again drove a thriving trade.

The Rectangle, as if to make up for lost time, started in with vigor on its usual night debauch.

Maxwell and his little party, including Virginia, Rachel and Jasper Chase, walked down past the row of saloons and dens until they reached the corner where the cars passed.
"This is a terrible spot," said the minister as he stood waiting for their car.

"I never realized that Raymond had such a festering sore.
It does not seem possible that this is a city full of Christian disciples." "Do you think any one can ever remove this great curse of drink ?" asked Jasper Chase.
"I have thought lately as never before of what Christian people might do to remove the curse of the saloon.