But to them it had no meaning.

A merry party returning home in the wee hours paused and watched it curiously but it spoke to them not.

At Knapp's Crossroads they saw it, just as the harvest festival was breaking up, and Hank Sparker and Sophia Coyson lingered on their way home to watch it.

But it spoke not their language.
Did it speak to any one, this voice calling in the dark?
Did any one understand it?
Were there no telegraph operators in any of the stations along the line?
They would understand.

Was there no one?
No one ?....