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repeating his words.

She moved and squirmed and managed to open her eyes.

"Urn. Sorry. So tired.. .What's the matter? We in El Paso?"
He shook his head. "No. I think I've gone absolutely nuts.
Somehow in the storm we took an exit that wasn't supposed
to be there and we're headed for a town called Ruddygore.

Ever heard of it?"

She shook her head sleepily from side to side. "Nope. But

that doesn't mean anything. Why? We lost?"

"Lost ain't the word," he mumbled. "Look, I don't want to
scare you or anything, but I think I'm going nuts. You ever

hear of a ferryboat around here?"

She looked at him as if he had suddenly sprouted feathers.

"A what? Over what?'

He nodded nervously and gestured toward the windshield.

"Well, then, you read me that big sign."

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked. "Ruddy-
gore -- exit one mile," she mumbled.

"And the little brown sign?"

"Ferry," she read, suddenly awake and looking very con-
fused. "And an arrow." She turned and faced him. "How long

was I asleep?"

"Five, maybe ten minutes," he answered truthfully. "You

can still see the rain on the windshield where the wipers don't

reach."

She shook her head in wonder. "It must be across the Pecos.

But the Pecos isn't much around here."

"Yeah," he replied and felt for his revolver.
The interstate road went right into the exit, allowing no