The cold upon Freddie's back and shoulders and throat became a dead numbness; he was too cold to shiver; his arms too were now becoming numb, and he felt that he could hold his burden no longer. He stopped.
"I must put you down," he said. "I must rest a moment. I don't know what makes me so cold."
"No, no," said the old man. "Too soon! too soon! Keep on!"
"I cannot," said Freddie. "I am freezing. My strength is gone. I must rest."
With these words he let the old man carefully down, and laid him on the ground. He stood there panting and rubbing his frozen hands together.
"Stupid weakling," said the old man, staring up at him, "go and search upon the mountain-side and bring me hither seeds of the fennel which you will there find, and be quick; for I perish."
Freddie and the little boy hastened away together, and at a distance on the mountain-side found, after a long search, a few plants of the fennel, with which they hurried back to the old man.
He was gone.
They looked far and near; they examined every nook and cranny; the mountain was steep at this point, and difficult for any sound man; for an old man, crippled, it seemed impossible, but he was nowhere to be found; he was gone.
Freddie and Robert turned homeward, and made hard work of it. The little boy became extremely heated with his labor; but Freddie remained as cold