It's queer." At Westways Crossing he waited until an empty freight train was switched off to let the night express go by.

Then he stowed himself away in an open box-car and had a comfortable sense of relief as it rolled eastward.
He felt sure that the Squire's last words meant that he might be arrested and that immediate flight was his only chance of escape.
He thus passes, like Josiah, for some years out of my story.

He had money, was when sober a clever carpenter, and felt, therefore, no fear of his future.

He had the shrewd conviction that the Squire at least would not be displeased to get rid of him, and would not be very eager to have him pursued.
James Penhallow was disagreeably aware that it was his duty to bring about the punishment of his drunken foster-brother, but he did not like it.

When the next morning he was about to mount his horse, he saw Mrs.
Lamb, now an aged woman, coming slowly up the avenue.