"I'm not used to the climate," she added guardedly.
The man fumbled in his pocket and produced smoking material.

"Do you mind if I smoke ?" he asked perfunctorily.
"Why, no.

It doesn't concern me in the slightest degree." Why, she thought confusedly, must she _always_ be reminded of that horrible place of rocks?
What was it to this man where she had been lost?
"You must of got there about the time the storm broke," the man hazarded after a silence.

"It's sure a bad place in a thunderstorm.

Them rocks draw lightning.