"All right; hop in."

She climbed into the buggy and he followed her. Then the boy picked
up the reins, shook them, and said "Gid-dap!"

The horse did not stir. Dorothy thought he just wiggled one of his
drooping ears, but that was all.

"Gid-dap!" called the boy, again.

The horse stood still.

"Perhaps," said Dorothy, "if you untied him, he would go."

The boy laughed cheerfully and jumped out.

"Guess I'm half asleep yet," he said, untying the horse. "But Jim
knows his business all right--don't you, Jim?" patting the long nose
of the animal.

Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at
once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to
trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.

"Thought that train would never come," observed the boy. "I've
waited at that station for five hours."

"We had a lot of earthquakes," said Dorothy. "Didn't you feel the
ground shake?"