The sick man dozed and rested.

The boy sat, wistful-eyed and silent, watching the trees and houses flit by.

The sun had long ago set, but it was not dark, for the moon was round and bright, and the sky was cloudless.

Where the road forked sharply the man drew his horses to a stop.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I guess I'll have to drop you here, friends.

I turn off to the right; but 't ain't more 'n a quarter of a mile for you, now" he finished cheerily, pointing with his whip to a cluster of twinkling lights.
"Thank you, sir, thank you," breathed David gratefully, steadying his father's steps.