“It’s warm, and I can stay out all night,” Ned thought. “I’d like to get in shelter though.”
He paused in the middle of the dark road and looked about him. Off to the left were fields.
“Looks like a lot of hay in that meadow,” he told himself. “If it is that will be just the thing to crawl into and go to sleep.” He walked closer and peered at the dark objects that had attracted his attention. He climbed the fence, and discovered that his surmise was right.
Pulling and hauling the motor he got it through the bars. Then, selecting a big mound of the fragrant dried grass, Ned made a hole in it, crawled in, curled up and, in spite of his queer bed, was soon sound asleep.
[CHAPTER XXIV.]
GETTING BACK HOME.
The sun was shining in through the chinks of the mound of hay the next morning when Ned awoke.
“What! Why! Where in the world am I?” he exclaimed. He had slept so hard, because of the fatigue of his ride, that he could not remember where he was.
“Oh I know now,” he said, at length, as the recollection of his experience came to him.