Stormfield's Visit to Heaven
reckon there's a hitch somewheres. Nobody but just you and me—it ain't much of a display for the barkeeper."
"Don't you fret, it's all right. There'll be one more gun-fire— then you'll see.
In a little while we noticed a sort of a lightish flush, away off on the horizon.
"Head of the torchlight procession," says Sandy.
It spread, and got lighter and brighter: soon it had a strong glare like a locomotive headlight; it kept on getting brighter and brighter till it was like the sun peeping above the horizon-line at sea—the big red rays shot high up into the sky.
"Keep your eyes on the Grand Stand and the miles of seats—sharp!"