But it was very little comfort to him.

He walked out of the town with his anger and resentment still hot in his heart at the indignity of the whole affair.
(V) By the Sunday afternoon Frank was well on his way to York.
It was a heavy, hot day, sunny, but with brooding clouds on the low horizons; and he was dispirited and tired as he came at last into a small, prim village street rather after two o'clock (its name, once more, I suppress).
His possessions by now were greatly reduced.

His money had gone, little by little, all through his journey with the Major, and he had kept of other things only one extra flannel shirt, a pair of thick socks and a small saucepan he had bought one day.

The half-crown that the Governor had given him was gone, all but fourpence, and he wanted, if possible, to arrive at York, where he was to meet the Major, at least with that sum in his possession.

Twopence would pay for a bed and twopence more for supper.
Half-way up the street he stopped suddenly.