"What's that?" exclaimed Collie.
"Jest some of your little old ideas changin' cars," replied Overland. "You'll get used to it."
"No; I heard something."
"You'll be seein' things next. Got a match? I'm jest dyin' for a smoke. Remember when she give us the makin's and you got hot at me?"
Overland cupped the flame in his hands and lighted his cigarette. The soft glow of the match spread in the windless air, penetrating the darkness. For an instant, a breath, Overland saw a startled face gazing down at him; the white face of the Rose Girl!
"Great Snakes!" he cried, stepping back as the flame expired.
"What's the matter, Red?"
"Nothin'. I was just thinkin'. I burned my mitt. Come on, Collie. Brand'll find a bunk for me to-night, I reckon. We'll tell the boss and the Rose Girl all about it to-morrow."