"Who knows that?"
"The inspector of forage; perhaps others."
"And is the inspector likely to be at the station this morning?"
"Not so early as seven; he is too fond of his bed for that."
"Where is the train standing?"
"On a siding at some little distance from the station. You can drive straight up to it from the road through the goods entrance. But there is a sentry at the gate."
"Well, Mr. Hi, I think I see a way to dodge the sentry, with your kind assistance. I suppose you have some hay or straw in your store?"
"Certainly."
"Then if you will load up a wagon with several large bundles, and leave a hole for me in the middle, I think I can get to my place in the horse-box."
"But you might be seen as you slip out."