him. Some were asleep already. Others ate their suppers from baskets.
Harry felt of his pockets at intervals to see that his money and letters
were safe, and he kept his saddle bags closely on the seat beside him.

The nausea created by the motion of the train passed away soon. He put
his face against the dusty window pane and tried to see the country.
But he could catch only glimpses of snowy woods and fields, and, once
or twice, flashes of water as they crossed rivers. The effort yielded
little, and he turned his attention to the people. He noted only one
who differed in aspect from the ordinary country passenger.

A man of middle years sat rigidly erect at the far end of the car.
He wore a black hat, broad of brim, and all his clothing was black and
precise. His face was shaven smoothly, save for a long gray mustache
with an upward curve. While the people about him talked in a
miscellaneous fashion, he did not join them, and his manner did not
invite approach even in those easy times.

Harry was interested greatly. The stranger presently opened a valise,
took out some food and ate delicately. Then he drew a small silver
cup from the same valise, filled it at the drinking stand, drank and
returned it to the valise. Without a crumb having fallen on clothing
or floor, he resumed his seat and gazed straight before him.

Harry's interest in the stranger increased. He had a fine face, cut
clearly, and of a somewhat severe and melancholy cast. Always he gazed
straight before him, and his mind seemed to be far from the people in
the car. It was obvious that he was not the ordinary traveler, and the
boy spent some time in trying to guess his identity. Then he gave it up,
because he was growing sleepy.