Never! If she woke she would die of fright, perhaps, or wander blindly and aimlessly away.

No! The train would pass and with it that hope of rescue.

Something was in his throat, but he gulped it down and was quiet again albeit he shivered in the night wind.
The train was nearly abreast of him now.

He ran out of the tall grass, waving his straw hat above his head in the faint hope of attracting attention.

But he did not go far, for he found to his alarm that when he turned back again the clump of mesquite was scarcely distinguishable from the rest of the plain.