“Oh, you mustn’t!” cried Carolyn May. “You mustn’t give up. Crawl onto my sled. Prince and I can drag you to Miss Amanda’s. Of course, we can.”
“Believe you’d better leave me here, matey,” muttered the man.
But Carolyn May would not hear to that. She bustled about, brought the sled closer to him, and made Prince stand around properly in his harness. Then she guided the half-blinded man to the sled, on which he managed to drop himself.
“But that dog can’t never pull me, matey,” he declared faintly.
“Oh, yes, he can,” said Carolyn May cheerfully. “I can help, too. When you have to do a thing, my Aunty Rose says, you just up and do it. Now, Princey—pull!”
CHAPTER XV—THE OLD SAILOR
Aunty Rose’s philosophy must have been correct. Prince pulled, and Carolyn May pulled, and together they got the sled, with the old sailor upon it, to the Parlow carpenter shop.
Mr. Parlow slid back the front door of his shop to stare in wonder at the group.
“For the great land of Jehoshaphat!” he croaked. “Car’lyn May! what you got there?”
“Oh, Mr. Parlow, do come and help us—quick!” gasped the little girl. “My friend has had a dreadful bad fall.”