"Out o' the way, doctor!" she gleefully called.
The doctor roused up and looked around with a smile. He was not beyond admiring such a girl as that. He snapped his whip-lash lightly on old Sofia's back, who looked up surprised, and, seeming to comprehend matters, began to reach out broad, flat, thin legs in a pace which the proud colt respected. She came of illustrious line, did Sofia, scant-haired and ungracious as she now was.
"Don't run over me," called the doctor, ironically, and with Sofia still leading they swung into the yard.
Mattie went in with the doctor, while Allen looked after both horses. They found Chapman attending Wallace—who lay in a dazed quiet—conscious, but not definitely aware of material things.
The doctor looked his patient over carefully. Then he asked, "Who is the yoong mon?"
"He's been teaching here, or rather preaching."
"When did this coom on?"
"Last night. Wound up a big revival last night, I believe. Kind o' caved in, I reckon."
"That's all. Needs rest. He'll be wearin' a wood jacket if he doosna leave off preachin'."
"Regular jamboree. I couldn't stop him. One of these periodical neighborhood 'awakenings,' they call it."