That is why he audibly muttered: "Thank Heaven!" Every nerve was tingling with excitement; an indescribable desire to fly, to shout, to race down the track to meet the train, swept through him.

His heart almost stopped beating, and he felt that his face was bloodless.

For the twentieth time in the last two hours Ridgeway looked at his watch and frowningly exclaimed: "Only five after two! Nearly an hour to wait!" He sat down for a moment, only to arise the next and walk to the board announcing the arrival of trains.

Almost immediately one pulled into the station.

Perceiving a bystander--one of the sort that always give the impression of being well-informed--he inquired casually where it was from.
"Chicago," was the ready answer.
"Great Scott! Lucky I came early! Grace's idea of time--oh, well, only the small matter of an hour out of the way." Quickly he sprang forward, taking up a good position to watch.