The Captain was painfully anxious to step easily, which among rocks and bushes he could not always do, especially with a weight in his arms; and Daisy's foot hanging down, gave her dreadful pain because of the increased rush of blood into it.
Her little lips were firmly set together many a time, to avoid giving her friend the distress of knowing how much she suffered; and once the Captain heard a low whisper not meant for his ear but uttered very close to it,--"O Lord Jesus, help me." It went through and through the Captain's mind and heart.

But he only set his teeth too, and plunged on, as fast as he could softly, down the rough mountain side.

And if ever anybody was glad, that was he when they reached the wagon.
There was a new difficulty now, for the little vehicle had no place in which Daisy could remain lying down.

The seat was fast; the Captain could not remove it.

He did the best he could.