David Hautville, with a great “whoa!” leaped out of the sleigh. He led up the roan with a fierce pull to the fence, and tied her there. Then he strode into the house, and through the entry to Lot's room, with no ceremony.
“Where is my daughter?” he demanded, standing at Lot's bedside in his great fur coat, all bristling with points of snow.
“She'll be back presently,” answered Lot. His voice was a little stronger; there were two red spots on his cheeks.
“Where's she gone?”
“For the doctor.”
All at once David Hautville gave a great start. “Why, you're talking!” he cried out. “You couldn't speak.”
Lot nodded vaguely.
“You're better, then?” cried the other, with a sharp look at him.
Lot nodded again.
“When did she come here?”