It was just coming daylight, and the first streak of dawn saw the end of the awful rain.
Not one man in the crowd dared to run up that pond bank and look over the gates!
"It's pretty strong!" said the watchman. "I expected to hear it crash an hour ago!"
There was another crash!
"There she goes!" said Mr. Burns, and then nobody spoke.
CHAPTER XVII
A TOWN AFLOAT
"Is she going?" asked Uncle Daniel at last, after a wait of several minutes.
Daylight was there now; and was ever dawn more welcome in Meadow Brook!