This insinuation was more than the man could bear.
He stretched out his arm, seized Tommy by the collar, and dragging him out, flung him on the platform, where he fell on his back.
At that moment the gentleman who had in reality engaged the cab appeared with his wife, got in, and was driven off.
Tommy, still of opinion that the cab held Mr. Stocker's property, ran after it out of the station, but it went quicker than he, so that he soon lost sight of it in the blinding snow.
Thus died away his last hope.
He had lost all trace of his kind protectors, and it seemed as if it was impossible to find them again.
How could he gain any news of them in such a vast wilderness as London?
The snow was descending in thick, heavy flakes.
Where could he go for shelter?
In his pocket he had not a cent, and he did not know anyone in the whole metropolis.