Jake, who always said he lived on dust and heat, averred it was not exactly a regular fine day.

Lenore looked out, trying to get a breath of air.

Nash busied himself with the hot engine.
The little country town appeared dead, and buried under dust.

There was not a person in sight nor a sound to be heard.

The sky resembled molten lead, with a blazing center too bright for the gaze of man.
Anderson and Jake went into the little hotel to get some refreshments.
Lenore preferred to stay in the car, saying she wanted only a cool drink.