The law, especially in Ireland, is a curious thing, and no wise man entangles himself with it if he can help it.

Railway guards are all wise men, otherwise they would not have risen to their high positions.
"Now that I am here," said the clergyman, "I may as well go by this train.

Excuse me one moment; I want to get a few newspapers." This was gross impertinence, and the guard was in no mood to stand it.
He blew his whistle.

The engine shrieked excitedly, and the train started with a violent jerk.
The clergyman seized a handful of newspapers from the bookstall.
Clinging to them and his bag he ran across the platform.

He tried the doors of two third-class compartments as they passed him, and found them locked.