There was no spring near that he knew of; he went back to their lunch basket and brought from it a bottle of claret--all he could find--and with it wetted Daisy's lips and brow.

The claret did perhaps as well as cold water; for Daisy revived; but as soon as she sat up and began to move, her words were broken off by a scream of pain.
"What is it, Daisy ?" said the Captain.

"Your foot ?--that confounded stone!--can't you move it ?" "No,"-- said Daisy with a short breath, "I can't move it.

Please excuse me, Capt.

Drummond--I couldn't help crying out that minute; it hurt me so.