Meredith knew what was happening there, and he began to be a little excited.

As he had said, there were five people visible at Beaver; and he wondered where they lived, as the only building in sight was the station, and to satisfy his curiosity he walked out to the vestibule.

The little station stood in deep woods, and brown leaves whirled along the platform.

One of the five people was an old lady, and she entered a rear car.

The other four were men.