All he could see were the station lights.
Everything else was in shadow.

The night hung over all, and had it not been for the grinding of machinery in their rear, the silence would have been just as marked.
"Perry, is the way rough between here and the station--I mean, rough for me ?" "Not very, if you keep in the road." "Run ahead, then, and learn how soon the next train is due--any train, going north or going south--I don't care which.

If it is soon, look for a middle-aged woman in a striped dress, and if you can't prevent her getting on, without a fracas, follow her yourself and never quit her--telegraphing me at the first opportunity.

Run." Perry gave a leap and was soon swallowed up in the darkness which was intense as soon as he had passed beyond the glare from the factory.

Mr.
Gryce followed after, moving as quickly as he dared.