"Careful, old girl. This is a little sick boy you have on your back; no capers to-day."
"Couldn't he just walk round a minute?" Gabriel begged.
Knight looked at Miss Warren.
"If Mr. Judson takes you round once will you get off willingly, Gabriel?"
Gabriel promised with a quick nod.
Around they went once—so carefully; Blue Bonnet leading Chula, and Knight holding the child in the saddle. When they came back to the place where they had started, Gabriel put his arms round Knight's neck and the tired body sank into the strong arms willingly. Knight carried him to the chair and Gabriel snuggled into the pillows exhausted.
"He will be all right presently," Miss Warren promised, noting Blue Bonnet's and Knight's alarm. "He has no reserve strength yet—but it will come; here, in this sunshine."
Miss Warren went into the house for a glass of milk for Gabriel, and Blue Bonnet, dropping down beside him, rubbed his colorless little hands. For a moment the eyelids fluttered weakly; then they opened slowly and the eyes smiled.
"It was fine!" he said, almost in a whisper. "Fine! Say, bring him again to-morrow, will you?"
Blue Bonnet promised, and as she mounted Chula a few minutes later, a weak voice called: