He returned, disconsolate, to Homer and the reeds.
As they went back to Winnipeg, some chance word revealed to Elizabeth that Anderson also was taking the night train for Calgary.
"Oh! then to-morrow you will come and talk to us!" cried Elizabeth, delighted.
Her cordial look, the pretty gesture of her head, evoked in Anderson a start of pleasure.

He was not, however, the only spectator of them.
Arthur Delaine, standing by, thought for the first time in his life that Elizabeth's manner was really a little excessive.
The car left Winnipeg that night for the Rockies.

An old man, in a crowded emigrant car, with a bundle under his arm, watched the arrival of the Gaddesden party.

He saw Anderson accost them on the platform, and then make his way to his own coach just ahead of them.
The train sped westwards through the Manitoba farms and villages.
Anderson slept intermittently, haunted by various important affairs that were on his mind, and by recollections of the afternoon.

Meanwhile, in the front of the train, the paragraph from the _Winnipeg Chronicle_ lay carefully folded in an old tramp's waistcoat pocket..