The arbor would seat about five hundred people.
Everything was in readiness for the long-expected meetings.

All there was to do was to wait for the 2nd of August to come, and that was hard to do.

Finally it came.

That afternoon when the two-coached train rolled up to the little red station at Dobbinsville, Jake Benton stood on the depot platform.

His heart beat a rat-a-tat-tat against his chest.