For a while the stage rolled on rapidly, evidently downhill, swaying from side to side, and rattling as if about to fall to pieces. Then it slowed on a level, and again it halted for a few moments, and once more in motion it began a laborsome climb. Helen imagined miles had been covered. The desert appeared to heave into billows, growing rougher, and dark, round bushes dimly stood out. The road grew uneven and rocky, and when the stage began another descent its violent rocking jolted Bo out of her sleep and in fact almost out of Helen's arms.
“Where am I?” asked Bo, dazedly.
“Bo, you're having your heart's desire, but I can't tell you where you are,” replied Helen.
Bo awakened thoroughly, which fact was now no wonder, considering the jostling of the old stage.
“Hold on to me, Nell!... Is it a runaway?”
“We've come about a thousand miles like this, I think,” replied Helen. “I've not a whole bone in my body.”
Bo peered out of the window.
“Oh, how dark and lonesome! But it'd be nice if it wasn't so cold. I'm freezing.”
“I thought you loved cold air,” taunted Helen.
“Say, Nell, you begin to talk like yourself,” responded Bo.