He thrust his head into the car and felt with his hands. Nothing could
he see, nor did he feel aught but the flooring of the car. While he
debated as to what he should do, the rain began again.

"Gracious!" he exclaimed, "I don't like to go into another man's ranch
like this, but blamed if I am going to get wet, with a shelter within
two feet of me."

He clambered inside and sat with his back against the wall, intending
to get out again after the shower should pass.

But the shower did not pass on. Instead it settled into a steady
drizzle. When the rain began to beat inside he drew the door nearly
shut.

The measured breathing came from one end of the car. There seemed to
be but one occupant besides Ralph.

As the time passed, the lad grew drowsy. Inured though he was to an
active life, the walking he had done had fatigued him greatly. Now, as
he sat resting, waiting for the rain to cease, a natural drowsiness
asserted itself with a potency that would not be denied.

As he nodded he awakened himself several times by a violent jerk of the
head, but at last slumber prevailed entirely, and Ralph was sleeping as
soundly as the other unknown occupant of the car.

The unusual events of the last two days had kept his fancies at an
abnormal stretch. It was natural, therefore, for him to begin dreaming.