He could roll himself up like a cat and find quite room enough in his case.

He wears an old vest, his trousers are held up by a belt, and his cap is a fur one--all of dark color.
I am at ease regarding his intentions.

He returns towards the van, mounts the platform, and shuts the door gently behind him.

As soon as the train is on the move I will knock at the panel, and this time-- More of the unexpected.

Instead of waiting at Tchardjoui one-quarter of an hour we have to wait three.