He clambered inside and sat with his back against the wall, intending to get out again after the shower should pa.s.s.
But the shower did not pa.s.s 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 pa.s.sed, 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 a.s.serted 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.
It seemed as if he were going back instead of leaving his home. Every one he met looked at him compa.s.sionately. Finally he saw Jase Vaughn, and remembered that he owed Jase five dollars. He put his hand in his pocket and drew out--a rattlesnake.
Even this did not waken him, though he thought he was back at the shack by the tar kiln. The ground seemed to be covered with snakes. He ran ever so far, then all at once he was with Jase just as if he had been with him all the time.
"I haven"t got no money," he said sorrowfully.
"Never mind," replied Vaughn. "You run home. Poor fellow; I"m sorry for you."
Much perplexed, he kept on until he stood before his grandfather"s cabin. He thought his Aunt Dopples was there, with her eyes red with weeping.
"Go in; go in," she urged, pushing him through the doorway. "He"s been waiting for you till he"s about give out."
Ralph dreamed that the first thing he saw was his grandfather propped up in bed, with a ghastly pallor on his face. When he beheld his truant grandson, the scowl upon his brow deepened, and he shook a warning finger.
"Wretched boy!" hissed the old man, while Ralph cowered like one in the presence of a ghost, "you are no Granger. There never was a Granger that acted the coward. You are a Vaughn--a Vaughn--a Vaughn!"
The old man"s tone towards the last rose into such a wild, weird shriek, that Ralph"s blood ran cold. He attempted to speak with a tongue so tied by fear that words would not come.
Under the agony of effort he screamed aloud, then suddenly awoke.
"Here! Here! Wake up, I say!"
These words, uttered shrilly in his ear, staggered his senses as he opened his eyes and looked up.
CHAPTER V.
Ralph"s First Railroad Ride.
A slender, thin faced, alert looking man was stooping over the boy, and shaking him vigorously. Day had dawned.
"Wake up, young fellow!" continued the stranger, as Ralph gazed at him in a dazed sort of way. "How came you in here?"
"I--I got in out of the rain," said Ralph, staggering to his feet, only to be thrown down again by the jolting of the car, which was in rapid motion.
The sliding door was now open. Ralph glancing out, saw the landscape slipping by at a furious rate of speed.
The sight so astonished him, that he sank back again. To his unaccustomed senses it was as if the earth were turning upside down.
"What"s the matter with you? Drunk?"
"No!" almost shouted the boy, suddenly indignant. "I never took a drink in my life. Neither was I ever on such a--a wagon as this before. Lordy! How fast we"re going!"
The man roared with laughter.
"Well, you are a curiosity. Where did you come from? Out of the woods?"
"I"m from the mountains. Never was out of them before. Isn"t there no danger in going so fast? My! How my head swims when I look out!"
"Not a bit of danger, unless in case of a collision, or when something gives way. But come! Give me an account of yourself. When I find an uninvited stranger aboard my private car, I ought to know something about him, I reckon."
While Ralph gave a brief account of himself and his affairs--omitting the feud, however--his eyes rested first on one strange object, then another.
There was a large pile of canvas at one end of the car, neatly folded.
Several tent poles lay along the floor. A large and a small camera, resting on tripods, especially puzzled the boy. There were also several chests and a trunk or two.
At the other end of the car there was a cot bedstead with mattress and bedding, a chair or two, a small table, an oil cooking stove, together with other household paraphernalia.
The whole outfit was simple, yet complete, and did not take up much room.
"Well," said the man, as Ralph concluded his statement, "you seem to be an honest and a plucky lad, though an almighty green one, I guess.
Never been anywhere, you say?"
"I"ve hunted for miles in the mountains, and I"ve been to a store or two, and to meeting, and to the "lections. Yes, and I"ve been to school three months a year ever since I was so high," Ralph indicated the height with his hand. "But grandpa would never let me go off any very great distance from home."
"So you finally took matters into your own hands and gave him leg bail.
Well, that ain"t bad. But you mustn"t go about breaking into people"s houses and cars as you did last night. It isn"t safe."
"I was lost, and it began to rain. I didn"t mean no harm. I can pay my way."
He drew forth some money, under a dim idea that he had heard some one say once, that below the mountains, folks made people pay for about everything they got.
"Keep your cash, my boy," said the man evidently having a better idea of Ralph than at first. "Hold to all you"ve got. People are not as free with their grub and beds down here as they are up in your country.
By the way, what"s your name?"
"Ralph Granger. What might be yours?"
"Mine? Oh, my name is Quigg--Lemuel Quigg. I am a traveling photographer."
"What is that?"
"Did I ever see such ignorance! Ralph, you are a curiosity. I take pictures for a living. Usually I go by wagon. But I am bound for the seacoast, so I hired this car to take me right through."
"There was a fellow up in our parts once as took pictures for two bits apiece."
"Like these?" Mr. Quigg threw open one lid of a trunk, disclosing a velvet lined show case filled with photographs of different sizes.