Every sense was keenly alert; his eyes never left the buggy for a moment.
When the freight thundered up the grade, he stepped mechanically to one side, keeping a vigilant eye on the couple ahead, and begrudging the time he lost while the train went by.

It was not until an hour later that he remembered he had forgotten to commit suicide.
Stepping back on the ties, he hurried forward.

He was convinced now that they meant to take the down train which would pass the Clayton train at the Junction in half an hour.

Something must be done to save Annette.

The thought of her in the city, at the mercy of the irresponsible Carter, sent him running down the track.