Is there
any house you like better than another? I had best turn back
to the village."
"No, don't, — stop!" cried Daisy, "don't go back, Captain
Drummond; there is a place nearer. Turn up that road — right
round there. It is very near."
The Captain obeyed, but pulled in the reins presently as he
heard a nearer growl of the coming thunder.
"Daisy, where is it? I don't see anything."
"There it is, Captain Drummond — that little house."
"_That?_" said the Captain; but there was no more time now for
retreat or question. He sprang out, threw the reins two or
three times over the gate-post; then executed the very
difficult operation of taking Daisy out of the wagon. He could
not do it without hurting her; she fainted on his shoulder;
and it was in this state, white and senseless, that he carried
her into Mrs. Benoit's cottage. The old woman had seen them,
and met him at the door. Seeing the state of the case, she
immediately, and with great quickness, spread a clean covering
over a comfortable chintz couch which stood under the window,
and Daisy was laid there from her friend's arms. Juanita
applied water and salts, too, deftly; and then asked the
Captain, "What is it, sir?"
"There's a foot hurt here," said the Captain, giving more
attention to the hurt than he had had chance to do before.
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