JEAN LEARNS WHAT FEAR IS LIKE Sometime in the still part of the night which comes after midnight, Jean woke slowly from dreaming of the old days that had been so vivid in her mind when she went to sleep.

Just at first she did not know what it was that awakened her, though her eyes were open and fixed upon the lighted square of the window.

She knew that she was in her room at the Lazy A, but just at first it seemed to her that she was there because she had always been sleeping in that room.

She sighed and turned her face away from the moonlight, and closed her eyes again contentedly.
Half dreaming she opened them again and stared up at the low ceiling.
Somewhere in the house she heard footsteps.

Very slowly she wakened enough to listen.