Long before he was through, Whitey envied the fate of Ned Saunders.

But the evening was only mortal, it had to end, and at last it did.
Whitey must have shown signs of wear, for as they parted to go to bed, Dan Brayton said to him, "Cheer up, it may rain to-morrow," and it did! Now, if there was anything more depressing than the T Up and Down when the weather was fine, it was that same ranch when it rained.

How Whitey got through that awful day he never really knew.

The most cheerful thing that happened was during dinner, when Dan Brayton told a long yarn about a brother of his, who had small-pox and fleas at one and the same time, and, as Dan said, "was more t' be pitied than scorned." And this might have been a joke, though no one laughed.

But at last evening came with another programme of dirges, then night with its blessed sleep..