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It was a cloudy sultry morning, and a hot north wind had risen suddenly, and was driving up the dust everywhere. Returning towards Port Augusta I got the full force of it, but happily the railway-station was on the outskirts of the town nearest to me, and with a few minutes to spare I was shortly seated in an empty carriage at the far end of the train. I had met no one I knew, and, indeed, had hardly seen a soul upon my way. Punctual to the time advertised the train started, and I was alone with my thoughts.
I was filled with elation that as far as it was humanly possible to be sure of anything I had got away from the town without being seen. I had slipped through the cordon that I was equally as sure had been posted secretly on every track to mark where I had gone.