In the sage-land distances deceive.

A man may walk unseen before your eyes, and a bush afar off may trick you with its semblance to man or beast.

Casey finally gave up the hopeless search and headed straight for the light.
It was standing still,--a car facing him with its headlights burning, the distance so great that the two lights glowed as one.

"An' it ain't no Ford," Casey decided.

"They wouldn't keep the engine runnin' all this time, standin' still.