First he smoked his porcelain pipe, but his two neighbors being asleep, he soon followed their example, and began snoring.

Now this big man's snores had something awe-inspiring about them; you could have fancied yourself listening to the trumpets of the judgment day.

What shade visited him in this hour of sleep, no other soul has ever known; for he kept his dreams to himself, as he did everything that was his.
But between two stations, while the train was running at full speed, he distinctly felt two powerful hands pulling at his feet--a sensation, alas! too well known, and one which called up the ugliest recollections of his life.

He opened his eyes in terror, and saw the man of the photograph, in the costume of the photograph.

His hair stood on end, his eyes grew as big as saucers, he uttered a loud cry, and flung himself headlong between the seats among the legs of his neighbors.
A few vigorous kicks brought him to himself.