By the time this was done Dr. Ward, whose descent had been much slower and more careful than Johnny’s, reached them, and his anxieties were at once quieted by Johnny’s assurance that it was
“Just the jolliest coast I ever had.”
After examining both Johnny and Jack, to assure himself of their well-being, and heartily thanking the Englishman for his kind assistance, the doctor asked permission to leave Johnny under his care until he could get Eric and the horses from the top of the mountain.
The new friend willingly undertook the care of Johnny, and the doctor hastened up the mountain to relieve Eric’s anxiety.
Johnny seated himself near the door of the tent, and a young man of the party brought him some grapes. Jack neighed wistfully for his share, for Johnny had made a great pet of him, always dividing his fruit with him.
“I’ll give you some, Jack,” he said, walking towards the horse. “Gracious, how stiff and sore I feel.”
While Jack was champing his feast with great satisfaction, an English boy, of Johnny’s size, came towards them.
“Is that your horse?” said he.
“Yes,” answered Johnny; “isn’t he a good one?”
“Is he a good one?” asked the boy.