TWO KINDS OF HOBO Toward daylight the rain ceased.

Dawn came in heavy and misty, but after an hour the sun shone forth, dispelling the low-lying clouds.
Dick was sound asleep at this time, Tom and Harry having relieved the other watchers.

All of the tramps lay stretched on the hard wooden floor, since none of the high school boys cared to have one of these fellows lying on his cot even when it was not in use.
"Go down and take a look at the road, Hazy," Tom desired, after the sun had been out for an hour.
"The water's running out of the road, or drying off, pretty fast" Hazelton reported on his return.

"Still, a doctor would have a hard job getting over the road as yet." "Did you see anyone trying to get over the road with a vehicle ?" Reade inquired.
"Not a soul or a wheel," Harry answered.

"As far as travel goes the road might as well be a strip of the Sahara Desert." Reuben Hinman's breathing was so labored that it disturbed the watchers a good deal.
"We're doing all we can for you, and we'll get better care for you, just as soon as we can," Tom explained, resting a hand on the fever-flushed face.
"I know," wheezed the old man painfully.