“She was not touched—the lady?”
“No, but she has collapsed from fright,—she is very ill,—I could not answer for her recovery if you gave her another shock.”
Without a word, Mr. Lupo rushed out of doors, jumped into a rickety wagon drawn by an old mountain-climbing horse and in another instant was clattering down the road.
Toward evening Miss Campbell grew stronger. The doctor raised her head and fed her by the spoonful a cup of malted milk, also found in the ice chest.
“Billie?” she said.
“That’s my name,” answered the doctor. “William for long.”
“Nice boy,” she added, patting him on the shoulder, with a very small limp hand. “Have the children got back?”
“They will be here pretty soon, now,” he answered, frowning and glancing at his watch.
“Ben is a safe guide. They are safe with him. Wake me when they arrive,” and turning over on her side, Miss Campbell went back to sleep.
Occasionally the doctor scanned the side of the mountain with his telescope.