He raised her as gently as possible from the ground; he knew the changed position of the foot gave her new pain, for a flush rose to Daisy's brow, but she said not one word either of suffering or expostulation.

Her friend stepped with her as gently as he could over the rough way; Daisy supported herself partly by an arm round his neck, and was utterly mute, till they were passing the place of luncheon; then she broke out,-- "Oh! the trilobite!" "Never mind the trilobite." "But are you going to lose it, Capt.

Drummond ?" "Not if you want it.

I'll come back for it another day--if I break my furlough." "I could hold it in my other hand--if I had it." The Captain thought the bottle of claret might chance to be the most wanted thing; nevertheless he stopped, stooped, and picked up the fossil.

Daisy grasped it; and they went on their way down the mountain.
It was a very trying way to both of them.