But she would be nearer to him, and it was this that quickened his pulse.
He was ten minutes early for his train, and employed that interval in mingling among the people at the station.

MacGregor had as much as told him that whatever unusual thing might develop depended entirely upon the appearance of the woman and he began to look for her.

She was not at the station.

Twice he walked through the coaches of his train without discovering a face that resembled that in the photograph.
It was late when he arrived at Etomami, where the sixty mile line of the Hudson's Bay Railroad branches off to the north.

At dawn he entered the caboose of the work train, which was to take him up through the wilderness to Le Pas.