"Fetch me some hot drink," he said, "and then we'll think what's to be done."
"There's but one thing to do, father, and that's to fetch doctor to you so quick as ever I can."
"I fear I can't get up, Auna."
"Of course you can't. Don't you talk. Your teeth chatter so. I'll put food and drink by you and then get on the horse and go down."
She left him for twenty minutes, made some tea and brought it to him with bread and butter. He could not eat but drank thirstily.
"A beautiful day, father, and the dog's run home. So soon as I let him out this morning, he was off."
Jacob already began to wander.
"That's a bad sign. The dog may know I'm going to die. I hope he's right; but I don't feel as if I was going to die."
"No, no, father. It's only a chill along of being wet through yesterday."
"As to your going down, I don't know. We'd better leave it to Nature. I may take a turn presently."