Each man cleared with himself and never stopped to look behind.

And no one cared to play cards in that house afterward any more.

That was Tom's own brother; and now the poor young man who was going home at midnight saw a light in one of the houses by the road, so he turned toward it, thinking to light his pipe.

Just before knocking, he looked in at the window.

As soon as he peeped in the light went out on him, and still he could see crowds of people, as thick as grass, just as you see 'em at a fair--so thick they hadn't room to stand--and they kept swaying back and forth, courtesying like.