It rained far on into the morning, and I lay miserably, seeing nothing before me but a wet fence, and a tobacco-pouch among the grass at the foot of it.
On the following afternoon I was again at Stratford.

So far as I could remember, I had flung away the pouch within a few miles of the station; but I did not look for it until dusk.

I felt that the porters had their eyes on me.

By crouching along hedges I at last reached the railway a mile or two from the station, and began my search.

It may be thought that the chances were against my finding the pouch; but I recovered it without much difficulty.