Hot with rage and defeat, utterly ignorant of his whereabouts, his one friend turned foe, he was indeed in sorry plight.
He climbed over the fence and lay face downward in the long, cool grass, stretching his bruised and aching body along the ground.

A gentle night wind rustled above him, and by and by a star peeped out, then another and another.

Before he knew it, he was listening to the frogs and katydids, and wondering what they were talking about.

He ceased to think about Ricks and his woes, and gave himself up to the delicious, drowsy peace that was all about him.

For, child of nature that he was, he had turned to the only mother he knew..