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 ?" "O 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.