She had become so accustomed to being urged to hurry that she almost had developed a gait; so at the Harvester's suggestion she did her level best to Onabasha and the hospital, where she loved to nose Belshazzar and rest near the watering tap under a big tree.
The Harvester went down the hall and into the office on the run, and his face appeared like a materialized embodiment of living joy.

Doctor Carey turned at his approach and then bounded half way across the room, his hands outstretched.
"You've found her, David!" The Harvester grabbed the hand of his friend and stood pumping it up and down while he gulped at the lump in his throat, and big tears squeezed from his eyes, but he could only nod his proud head.
"Found her!" exulted Doctor Carey.

"Really found her! Well that's great! Sit down and tell me, boy! Is she sick, as we feared?
Did you only see her or did you get to talk with her ?" "Well sir," said the Harvester, choking back his emotions, "you remember that ginseng I told you about getting on the old Jameson place last night.

To-day, I learned I'd lost that hand-made mattock I use most, and I went back for it, and there she was." "In the country ?" "Yes sir!" "Well why didn't we think of it before ?" "I suppose first we would have had to satisfy ourselves that she wasn't in town, anyway." "Sure! That would be the logical way to go at it! And so you found her ?" "Yes sir, I found her! Just Belshazzar and I! I was going along on my way to the place, and he ran past me and made a stiff point, and when I came up, there she was!" "There she was ?" "Yes sir; there she was!" They shook hands again.
"Then of course you spoke to her." "Yes I spoke to her." "Were you pleased ?" "With her speech and manner ?----yes.

But, Doc, if ever a woman needed everything on earth!" "Well did you get any kind of a start made ?" "I couldn't do so very much.