"John," he said, "John----" The cannon fired again, and there came a cheer from three thousand throats, the shouters all unseen.
The engine coughed and panted, the train rolled on, and in another minute it had stopped alongside the station in the midst of a riotous jam of happy people, who were waving flags and banners and handkerchiefs, and tossing their hats high in the air, and shouting themselves hoarse.

The band played in dumb show; it could not hear itself play.

The people came at the smoker like a long wave, and Warren Smith, Briscoe, Keating, and Mr.Bence of Gaines were swept ahead of it.

Before the train stopped they had rushed eagerly up the steps and entered the car.
Harkless was on his feet and started to meet them.

He stopped.
"What does it mean ?" he said, and began to grow pale.