Some were asleep already.

Others ate their suppers from baskets.
Harry felt of his pockets at intervals to see that his money and letters were safe, and he kept his saddle bags closely on the seat beside him.
The nausea created by the motion of the train passed away soon.

He put his face against the dusty window pane and tried to see the country.
But he could catch only glimpses of snowy woods and fields, and, once or twice, flashes of water as they crossed rivers.

The effort yielded little, and he turned his attention to the people.

He noted only one who differed in aspect from the ordinary country passenger.
A man of middle years sat rigidly erect at the far end of the car.
He wore a black hat, broad of brim, and all his clothing was black and precise.