The gloom still deepened. The
doctor and Logan with swift, steady strides carried the chair
along at a goodly rate; not as it had come in the morning. In
the midst of this, and after it had gone on some time in
silence, Daisy twisted herself round to look at the doctor and
give him a smile.
"You do not seem concerned, Daisy, in the view of getting
wet?"
"Why, no," said Daisy, twisting round again, "it is nice. I am
only sorry for the people who are so frightened."
"What is nice? getting wet?"
"Oh, no," said Daisy. "Maybe I shall not get wet — you go so
fast."
But at this moment there came a nearer growl of thunder, and
the leaves in the tops of the trees rustled as if a breath had
passed over them. Then were still.
"Can you mend your pace, Logan?" said the doctor.
"Ay, sir!" — came in the deep, cheery utterance of Logan's
Scotch voice.
"Hold fast, Daisy" — said the doctor; and the two chair-
bearers changed their pace for a swinging trot. It was needful
to hold on now indeed, for this gait jolted the chair a good
deal; but it got over the ground, and Daisy found it
excessively amusing. They passed the thick-standing tree-stems
in quick succession now; the rocks uprising from the side of
the path were left behind one after another; they reached the
sharp bend in the road; and, keeping up the swinging trot with
a steadiness which showed good wind on the part of both the
chair-bearers, at last the little house where Sam had been
left hove in view.
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