Chapter XXXIII THE RESTORATION
They went back to Durgan's hut, and made a stretcher of his bed, and brought down his laborers as carriers.
A curious group walked slowly up the zig-zag road to the summit house: Durgan and the terrier walked one on each side; the doctor rode behind. There was naught to be said; they walked in silence. Sometimes the eyelids of the still face drooped; again they were opened wide. The wet forest breathed about their silence the whisper of the rain.
When the party came in sight of the house gable, someone who was sitting in the window of the sisters' room seemed to see them and moved away. The place was astir for the day. Smoke was rising from the chimneys, and the soft-voiced colored servant was singing to a Southern melody one of the doggerel hymns of her race:
(Fly low, sweet angel;
Fly low, sweet angel;
Comin' for deliver us again.)
An' He tamed de lions for Daniel;