"Who is your father?" asked the doctor.
"He's sick this three days," answered the boy.
"What is his name? Where do you live?"
"It's not far, sir," said the boy, without answering the question.
"Well, jump in here;" and the doctor held down his hand.
"Ye'll not be riding, sir; it's a bit off the road."
The doctor hesitated a moment, then fastened Prince securely in the edge of the woods, and with his box in his hand prepared to follow his guide.
"Now, then, Johnny, go ahead."
"My name is Conny, sir," said the boy.
"Conny, is it? And what else?"