"It's quite smoky on the river," said a young man, coming up to me as we landed.
"Yes; the captain says he shall probably have to lie here till morning," I replied.
"That's too bad," added my companion, the St. Joe passenger whom I had observed on the hurricane deck when I was counting my money. "I meant to go to a prayer-meeting in Leavenworth this evening."
"A prayer-meeting!" I repeated, my interest awakened; for I had heard Mr. Gracewood speak of such gatherings, though I had never attended one.
"When I came up the river three days ago, they were holding them every evening in the chapel; and I am anxious to attend."
"I should like to go very much."
"I think I shall go as it is," continued the young man, looking at his watch.
"How can you go if the boat remains here?"
"I can walk. It is not more than three or four miles across the bend of the river."