He had plenty of young horses of his own breeding and breaking, and could depend on a journey memorable to the young man.

The luggage would be sent on by rail to Stafford, where one of his carts would meet it.

Mr.Salton, during the journey to Southampton, often wondered if his grand-nephew was as much excited as he was at the idea of meeting so near a relation for the first time; and it was with an effort that he controlled himself.

The endless railway lines and switches round the Southampton Docks fired his anxiety afresh.
As the train drew up on the dockside, he was getting his hand traps together, when the carriage door was wrenched open and a young man jumped in.
"How are you, uncle?
I recognised you from the photo you sent me! I wanted to meet you as soon as I could, but everything is so strange to me that I didn't quite know what to do.

However, here I am.