Rip looked. He saw someone just like himself as he was when he went up the mountain—the same lazy young man in dirty old clothes.
“Is that me?—Then who am I? I’m not myself. That’s me! Someone has got into my shoes. I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they have changed my gun, and everything is changed. I’m changed and I can’t tell what my name is or who I am!”