He ordered his lunch, a chop and a vegetable, biscuits and cheese.

While his chop was cooking he would stretch his legs, cramped by that long time in the train.
He walked along the docks, dodging lorries and waggons, getting out at the side of a basin, with a clear walk along its edge.

It was empty--the _Sutlej_ had left it only three-quarters of an hour ago.

He paced up and down by the grey water, lost in thought.
The _Sutlej_ had sailed, ten minutes before the time anticipated.

God had given him the sign.