CHAPTER XIX.
WHAT A "HAYSEED" DID.
Billy opened his eyes. His head swam dizzily, and he felt sick and faint. The hot sun was beating down on him, but at first he thought he was at home and in bed. Then he began to remember. He sat up, and then, not without an effort, rose to his feet dizzily.
"Where on earth am I?" he thought. "And what happened? Let's see what time it is."
But his watch pocket was empty, and then full recollection of what had occurred came back to him. He was still rather painfully trying to regain the road when he heard the sound of a voice. It was a very loud voice, even though the owner of it was not yet in sight.
"Looks like we might have rain. I said it looks like we might have a shower."
Then another voice—a boyish one—shouted back:
"YES—IT—DOES."
"Gid-ap," came in the first voice, and then came hoof-beats and the rumble of wheels. The next minute a ramshackle, two-seated rig, with a man and a boy on the front seat, came into sight. Billy gave one long stare, as one who doubted the evidence of his own eyes. Then he broke into a glad shout:
"Jack!"