“What is the matter with your brother?” she said to Abner.
“I reckon he's tuckered out,” said Abner, tacitly admitting the relationship. “We've been travelin' for several days. He ain't so tough as I am.”
“He looks as if he were going to be sick. Have you any friends near here?”
“No, ma'am. The nighest is over a hundred miles off.”
The lady reflected a moment. Then she said: “I think you had better come to my house. My brother is a doctor. He will look at your little brother and see what can be done for him.”
“I should like it very much,” said Abner, “but we haven't got any money to pay for doctors and sich.”
“I shan't present any bill, nor will my brother,” said the lady, smiling. “Do you think you can help him into the carriage?”
“Oh, yes, ma'am.”
Abner helped Herbert into the carriage, and then, by invitation, got in himself.
“May I drive?” he asked, eagerly.