The moon rode clear in the heavens now; the woods were still, and around her were graves. Did she believe in spirits? Yes, in her mother's, and as soon as she thought of that she recalled that she had been sent for the doctor, and that it was her duty to hurry on. Her heart would have been light, but for her pity for Obed. He had indeed proved a coward, but he had been wrongly taught and trained.
She rode to the doctor's house, roused the doctor, and brought him back with her to the neighborhood, and left him at poor Mrs. Hopgood's, and then rode home.
She was surprised to see a crowd of men before the door. Obed stood among them. They awaited her coming in intense interest, but in silence.
She got down from the wagon, saying, "Some one will have to carry the doctor back again."
"Who will go?" asked Mr. Miller.
There was no response. No one wanted to meet a white horse with his body on a cloud and "his feet in the sky" on this mysterious night of Halloween.
"I will go," said Eliza, firmly.
"Yes, Eliza, you go," said Mr. Miller. "You are a brave girl."
Eliza mounted the wagon seat.
Obed stepped up to her, and whispered, "Say, Eliza, what was it?"