The drizzle of rain had now become a pour, and it drove so heavily that they could see but little outside.

Food was served at noon and afterward many slept in the cramped seats.

Dick, despite his stiff position, fell asleep too.

By the middle of the afternoon everybody in their coach was slumbering soundly except Sergeant Whitley, who sat by the door leading to the next car.
All that afternoon and into the night the train rattled and moved into the west.

The beautiful rolling country was left behind, and they were now among the mountains, whirling around precipices so sharply that often the sleeping boys were thrown from the seats of the coaches.