“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?”

“Yes; but we’re used to such things in California,” he replied. “They don’t scare us much.”

“The conductor said it was the worst quake he ever knew.”

“Did he? Then it must have happened while I was asleep,” he said thoughtfully.