"Quick, Van," said Ralph, seizing the arm of his companion--"hurry, we shall be left."
"Left--how? where?" inquired Van, resisting, and with a vague stare.
"To the locomotive. We must get back, you know. They won't wait."
"What have I got to do with the locomotive?"
"You just jumped from it."
"Who did?"
"You."
"You're dreaming!" pronounced Van.
"What you giving me--or I've been dreaming," he muttered, passing his hand over his forehead again.
Ralph suddenly realized that Van regarded him as an entire stranger, that time and explanation alone could restore a friendly, comprehensive basis.