From the top of the hill he saw enough to hasten him down to Daddy, and from thence through snow and rocks to Little Wolf.
"Are you hurt, darling?" he said, eagerly grasping her hand.
Little Wolf uttered an exclamation of pain and fainted. Edward turned pale. "Daddy," he shouted, throw down that bottle in the corner of the sleigh."
"What is it you want fur to give her," said Daddy, doubtfully.
"It's wine; throw it down here quickly."
"She won't tech the infarnel stuff."
"She has fainted, you simpleton; give me the wine."
"'Tween you and me, there ain't no bottle here," said Daddy, doggedly. "Sprinkle a little snow in her face, and she'll come too."
"Daddy," thundered Edward, completely exasperated, "throw down that wine, or I'll know the reason why."
"The reason why, is," said Daddy, deliberately, "there ain't no bottle in this ere sleigh—'tween you and me, this ere hoss of yourn is gettin mighty oneasy, I'm obleeged fur tu stand at his head every minute."