and once I've been a long-lost brother.

CAMPBELL (laughing). Oh, they've found _him_. _I'm_ the long-lost
brother.

THE CALIFORNIAN (sleepily). Has she found the other one?

CAMPBELL. Yes; all right, I believe.

THE CALIFORNIAN. Has _he_ found what _he_ wanted?

CAMPBELL. Yes; we're all together here. [THE CALIFORNIAN makes a
movement to get into bed again.] Oh, don't! You'd better make a night
of it now. It's almost morning anyway. We want you to go home with us,
and Mrs. Roberts will give you a bed at her house, and let you sleep a
week.

THE CALIFORNIAN. Well, I reckon you're right, stranger. I seem to be in
the hands of Providence tonight anyhow. [He pulls on his boots and coat,
and takes his seat beside CAMPBELL.] I reckon there ain't any use in
fighting against Providence.

MRS. ROBERTS (briskly, as if she had often tried it and failed). Oh, not
the least in the world. I'm sure it was all intended; and if you had
turned out to be Willis at last, I should be _certain_ of it. What
surprises me is that you shouldn't turn out to be anybody, after all.

THE CALIFORNIAN. Yes, it is kind of curious. But I couldn't help it. I
did my best.