And before the afternoon was done, they had all managed to enjoy the sweet glory of spreading the fact that pretty soon the town would "hear something." All who got this vague hint were cautioned to "be mum and wait." About midnight Tom arrived with a boiled ham and a few trifles, and stopped in a dense undergrowth on a small bluff overlooking the meeting-place.

It was starlight, and very still.

The mighty river lay like an ocean at rest.

Tom listened a moment, but no sound disturbed the quiet.

Then he gave a low, distinct whistle.