In the midst of this excitement Jake received a short but significant letter from Evangelist Blank.  It ran thus: 

Dear Brother Benton: 

In accordance with my promise to you nearly a year ago, I am now in a position to hold your revival.  I will arrive in Dobbinsville August 2.  Please meet me at the train.

Your Brother in Christ,—­Evangelist Blank.

Jake read this scanty letter through tears of joy.  He was unspeakably happy.  He had prayed for a year, and now his prayers were on the verge of being answered.  A holiness preacher, mysterious being, was actually to set foot on Mount Olivet soil.  The doctrine of full salvation was to invade the precincts of sin-you-must religion.

But where was Evangelist Blank to preach?  Not in Mount Olivet, to be sure.  About a quarter of a mile from Mount Olivet Church was a section of land known in that country as Public Land.  Here in the center of an old, unused, unfenced field was a thick clump of post oak sapplings, with heavy foliage.  This spot was to be the scene of many an interesting happening, a few of which shall be mentioned before this story closes and many of which shall not.  As soon as Jake was sufficiently recovered from the beating administered by the Deacon, he, in company with Nolan Gray and several others who were either friends or embracers of the doctrine of full salvation, went to this spot and worked for a number of days building a brush arbor, which was to serve the purpose of a meeting-house.  Long poles were tied from tree to tree to make a framework.  Then other poles were laid across from the frame-poles to furnish a support for the brush, which was thrown on top.  A sort of tabernacle was thus effected which served the purpose well.  Oil torches were hung on the upright poles to furnish light.  Long boards were brought from a sawmill near by and fastened on stakes driven into the ground; these served for benches.  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.  As the train slowed up and Jake saw through its window the face of a man corresponding to the picture he had seen in his holiness paper, his emotions refused to yield to control.  He jumped high in the air, and shouted at the top of his voice, “Hallelujah!”

The train being a few hours late, the afternoon was far spent.  On the road from the station, Jake told Evangelist Blank as best he could of the happenings of the year just preceding—­how he had been converted in the woods and subsequently sanctified, of his persecution and excommunication by the church, and of his recent beating at the hands of Deacon Gramps.  Evangelist Blank had had many long years of experience in the field of evangelistic endeavor, yet when Jake Benton poured all these startling things into his ears, there came a feeling over him that he was entering into an entirely new experience.  This feeling was verified before he left the neighborhood a few weeks later.