Dodging from tree to tree, slinking along in the densest shadows and never exposing himself for an instant in a ray of light which would betray him, Harry dogged them to the railroad station.
He saw them purchase tickets and board a train.
Gliding over to the ticket office he asked the agent:
"Where did those five people buy tickets for?"
"Montreal," replied the man, "on the Grand Trunk road."
"Thank you," said Harry, politely.
And the boy ran behind a freight car to shelter him from the gaze of the passengers in the waiting train.
Finding an opening between two of the cars he peered through.
Directly opposite him sat the woman in black, with two of her male companions in the seat ahead and two behind her.
She was close to the window.