Claudia went back to her post.
"Why don't the doctor come! And oh! why don't Reuben Gray or Hannah come? It is dreadful to sit here and wait!" she exclaimed, as with a sudden resolution she sprang up again, seized her hat and ran out of the house with the intention of proceeding directly to the Gray's cottage.
But a few paces from the house she met the doctor's gig.
"Oh, Doctor Jarvis, I am so glad you have come at last!" she cried.
"Who is it that is hurt?" inquired the doctor.
"Ishmael Worth, our overseer's nephew!"
"How did it happen?"
"Didn't they tell you?"
"No."
"Oh, poor boy! He threw himself before my horses to stop them as they were running down the steeps over the river; and he turned them aside, but they knocked him down and ran over him!"