If he should appear at C--, well and good, I would arrest him; if not, I would go home.

For the present, at least, I would dismiss him from my mind and try to sleep.
I did try, but that was all.

We passed station after station.

Some we halted at, as it appeared, by accident; some we went past, and then, on second thoughts, pulled up and backed into.

At last, as we ran through one of these places I fancied I detected in the gloaming the name C-- painted up.
"Is that C-- ?" I asked of a fellow-traveller.
"It is so! You should have gone in the back of the train if you wanted to stop there." Missed again! I grew desperate.