He had a frisky horse to manage, and the Captain
congratulated himself for this occasion at least that he was a
skilled whip. Still the motion of the wagon was very trying to
Daisy, and every jar went through the Captain's foot up to his
heart.
"How is it, Daisy?" he asked, after they had gone some
distance.
"It isn't good, Captain Drummond," she said, softly.
"Bad, isn't it?"
"Rather."
"I have to make this fellow go slowly, you see, or he would
shake you too much. Could you bear to go faster?"
"I'll try."
The Captain tried, cautiously. But his question, and possibly
Daisy's answer, were stimulated by the view of the western
horizon, over which clouds were gathering thick and fast.
Could they get home in time? That was the doubt in both minds.
"Captain Drummond," said Daisy, presently, "I can't bear this
shaking."
"Must I go slower?"
"If you please."
"Daisy, do you see how the sky bodes yonder? What do you
suppose we shall do if those clouds come up?"
"I don't know," she answered. But she said it with such a
quiet tone of voice, that the Captain wondered anew. He had
hoped that her fears might induce her to bear the pain.
"Daisy, do you think it will come up a storm?"
"I think it will.
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