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He silently cursed himself for ever coming to England in the first
place. "The good old U.S.," he thought. "That's where I belong,
back in the good old U.S. Why in the devil did I come over here in
the first place? I could've outsmarted those stupid American cops.
But these English constables are too much for me. And I thought I
made all the necessary precautions. Damn, they must be smart. Even
if I did get caught in the States, a grand robbery charge is nothing
compared to the charges I'd have to face if I should be caught over
here. By golly, I know what I'll do! I'll go back to the States. There
must be a way to get there somehow. But in the meantime, I've got
to keep my eyes open. If I should be caught over here .... Oh, Jeezusl"

"'Ere y'are, blimey. We're not completely out of the city, but
we're quite a good ways out."

"Thank you, fellow. Here you are. Keep the change."
"Why, I thankee, gov'nor. 'At's very kind of ye, indeed 'tis."
"Can you tell me how to get to the coast? I've received word
from my family back in the U. S., and the circumstances require my
presence there as soon as I can make it."
"Well now, let me see. Y'see that rail over there. Well, that
leads to the port of Southampton, 'bout eighty miles down the line.
You should be able to get passage on a ship that's 'eaded for the
States."
"Thank you, fellow. So long."
"So long, gov'nor. Best 0' luck to ye now."
There was no rail station to be seen, so Travers bided his time
in silent cogitation, pacing up and down the dusty roadway. The sun
had finally broken through the mist and it now beat hotly down upon
him. Cursing the very thing that he earlier had desired, he sought
a place to shade himself from the sun's rays; and upon locating a tree
which offered a bit of refuge, he sat down and waited.
The sun was moving below the horizon, when the sounds of an
approaching train awoke Travers from his troubled dreams, and he
cursed himself for falling asleep. Looking both ways and seeing no
one, he ran alongside the slow-moving train and leaped aboard. It was
loaded with cargo intended for shipment across the Atlantic, so
Travers assumed. He found a suitable spot among one of the cars
and settled back for the eighty mile trip.
"I still can't figure out how those darn cops got on to me," he
reflected to himself. "Nobody seen me break into that bank. Nobody
'cept the nightwatchman, poor fellow. Damn, I hated to do it, but
I couldn't afford to get caught. Especially now, I can't, not with me

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