Nobody else got out; and as soon as the train had gone, I was left to explain my presence to what appeared to be the entire population of the district, to wit, a station-master, a porter, and a constable who carried a carbine.

I invented some frivolous excuse; asked if there wasn't a famous waterfall somewhere near; and on being told that the locality boasted of no such attraction, feigned to be dismayed; and was forced to resign myself to wait three hours for the next train.
It was at least a good thing to be in solitude for a short time to collect my scattered wits.

McCrane was bound for C--, and would probably come in the _next_ train, which, by the way, was the last.
That was all I had a clear idea about.

There was a telegraph office at the station, and I thought I might as well report progress to my manager.
"On the trail.

Expect news from C--.