But he came to a pause in the middle of a word.
"Do you hear music ?" he asked abruptly.

"Or is it only the rhythm of the ties ?" "It seems to me there's music in the air," answered his companion.

"I've been fancying I heard it for a minute or so.

There! No--yes.

It's a band, isn't it ?" "No; what would a band----" The train slowed up, and stopped at a watertank, two hundred yards east of the station, and their uncertainty was at an end.
From somewhere down the track came the detonating boom of a cannon.
There was a dash of brass, and the travellers became aware of a band playing "Marching through Georgia." Meredith laid his hand on his companion's shoulder.