The sight so astonished him, that he sank back again. To his unaccustomed senses it was as if the earth were turning upside down. "What's the matter with you? Drunk?" "No!" almost shouted the boy, suddenly indignant. "I never took a drink in my life. Neither was I ever on such a--a wagon as this before. Lordy! How fast we're going!" The man roared with laughter. "Well, you are a curiosity. Where did you come from? Out of the woods?" "I'm from the mountains. Never was out of them before. Isn't there no danger in going so fast? My! How my head swims when I look out!" "Not a bit of danger, unless in case of a collision, or when something gives way. But come! Give me an account of yourself. When I find an uninvited stranger aboard my private car, I ought to know something about him, I reckon." While Ralph gave a brief account of himself and his affairs--omitting the feud, however--his eyes rested first on one strange object, then another. There was a large pile of canvas at one end of the car, neatly folded. Several tent poles lay along the floor. A large and a small camera, resting on tripods, especially puzzled the boy. There were also several chests and a trunk or two. At the other end of the car there was a cot bedstead with mattress and bedding, a chair or two, a small table, an oil cooking stove, together with other household paraphernalia. The whole outfit was simple, yet complete, and did not take up much room. "Well," said the man, as Ralph concluded his statement, "you seem to be an honest and a plucky lad, though an almighty green one, I guess. Never been anywhere, you say?" "I've hunted for miles in the mountains, and I've been to a store or two, and to meeting, and to the 'lections. Yes, and I've been to school three months a year ever since I was so high," Ralph indicated the height with his hand. "But grandpa would never let me go off any very great distance from home." "So you finally took matters into your own hands and gave him leg bail. Well, that ain't bad. But you mustn't go about breaking into people's houses and cars as you did last night. It isn't safe." "I was lost, and it began to rain. I didn't mean no harm. I can pay my way." He drew forth some money, under a dim idea that he had heard some one say once, that below the mountains, folks made people pay for about everything they got. "Keep your cash, my boy," said the man evidently having a better idea of Ralph than at first. "Hold to all you've got. People are not as free with their grub and beds down here as they are up in your country. By the way, what's your name?" "Ralph Granger. What might be yours?" "Mine? Oh, my name is Quigg--Lemuel Quigg. I am a traveling photographer." "What is that?" "Did I ever see such ignorance! Ralph, you are a curiosity. I take pictures for a living. Usually I go by wagon. But I am bound for the seacoast, so I hired this car to take me right through."