The claret did perhaps as well as cold water; for Daisy
revived; but as soon as she sat up and began to move, her
words were broken off by a scream of pain.
"What is it, Daisy?" said the Captain. "Your foot? — that
confounded stone! — can't you move it?"
"No," — said Daisy, with a short breath, "I can't move it.
Please excuse me, Captain Drummond — I couldn't help crying
out that minute; it hurt me so. It doesn't hurt me so much now
when I keep still."
The Captain kept still too, wishing very much that he and
Daisy and the trilobites were all back in their places again.
How long could they sit still up there on the mountain? He
looked at the sun; he looked at his watch. It was three
o'clock. He looked at Daisy.
"Let me see," said he, "if anything is the matter. Hard to
find out, through this thick boot! How does it feel now?"
"It pains me very much, these two or three minutes."
The Captain looked at Daisy's face again, and then, without
more ado, took his knife and cut the lacings of the boot. "How
is that?" he asked.
"That is a _great_ deal better."
"If it hadn't been, you would have fainted again directly. Let
us see — Daisy, I think I had better cut the boot off.
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