Dumbly, refusing to admit the significance of what she had seen, Lorraine went forward.

Not until she had reached and had touched the first grotesque caricature of habitation did she wholly grasp the fact that she was lost, and that shelter might be miles away.
She stood and looked at the orderly group of boulders as the lightning intermittently revealed them.

She saw where the road ran on, between two square-faced rocks.

She would have to follow the road, for after all it must lead _somewhere_,--to her father's ranch, probably.

She wondered irrelevantly why her mother had never mentioned these queer rocks, and she wondered vaguely if any of them had caves or ledges where she could be safe from the lightning.
She was on the point of stepping out into the road again when a horseman rode into sight between the two rocks.