The Captain could not imagine what made him feel uncomfortable.

He whistled.
"Daisy, you are incomprehensible!" he exclaimed, and catching hold of her hand, he began a race down towards the river.

Such a race as they had taken the day before.

Through shade and through sun, down grassy steeps and up again, flying among the trees as if some one were after them, the Captain ran; and Daisy was pulled along with him.

At the edge of the woods which crowned the river bank, he stopped and looked at Daisy who was all flushed and sparkling with exertion and merriment.
"Sit down there!" said he, putting her on the bank and throwing himself beside her.