“Why, you see, Miss, if the carriage was all right—but it’s no good as it is—we’ve got to wait till some one comes—” he talked on, but Emma did not hear him. Her brain seemed to awake suddenly, and she knew what was to be done. “How far is it to the nearest house?” she asked.
“Not much further, Miss—there’s Franz-Josef’s land right there. We’d see the houses if it was lighter—it won’t take five minutes to get there.”
“Go there, then; I’ll stay here—Go and fetch some one.”
“I think I’d better stay here with you, Miss. Somebody must come; it’s the main road.”
“It’ll be too late; we need a doctor at once.”
The coachman looked down at the quiet face, then he looked at Emma, and shook his head.
“You can’t tell,” she cried.
“Yes, Miss—but there’ll be no doctor in those houses.”
“But there’ll be somebody to send to the city—”
“Oh, yes, Miss—they’ll be having a telephone there, anyway! We’ll telephone to the Rescue Society.”