On the arrival of each new package the crowd stirred and a description of the article was shouted out.

"That's his tent! There's the preserved foods! The medicine chest! The arms chest!" While the hat shooters gave a running commentary.
Suddenly, at about ten o'clock, there was a great movement in the crowd.
The garden gate swung back violently on its hinges....

"It's him!....
Its him!" they cried.
It was indeed him.

When he appeared on the threshold, two cries of amazement rose from the crowd:--"He's a Teur!....

He's wearing sun-glasses!"....