"Yes, near the big pines--at the summit."
"Why, how did she get down? There is no road." He was gazing up at the pine-clad spur above them.
"I helped her down." A little color flushed into his face.
"Ah! You supported her? She can walk on it?"
"Ur--no. I brought her down. I had to bring her. She could not walk--not a step."
"Oh! ah! I see. I'll hurry on and see how she is."
As he rode off he gave a grunt.
"Humph!" It might have meant any one of several things. Perhaps, what it did mean was that "Youth is the same the world over, and here is a chance for this boy to make a fool of himself and he will probably do it, as I did." As the Doctor jogged on over the rocky road, his brow was knit in deep reflection; but his thoughts were far away among other pines on the Piscataqua. That boy's face had turned the dial back nearly forty years.