Much of the night had gone, he would reach his camp soon after daybreak, and the train would only stop long enough for him to jump off.

He could sleep in his clothes for an hour or two.

A slackening of the roll of wheels wakened him and he got out of his berth, but the big lamps were burning and when he went to the door he saw dawn had not come.

It was obvious they had not reached the construction camp.

Lister shivered, and was returning to his berth when the conductor opened the door.
"Our luck's surely not good to-night," he said.