He put Daisy sideways on the seat, so that the hurt foot could be stretched out and kept in one position upon it; and he himself stood behind her, holding the reins.

In that way he served as a sort of support for the little head which he sometimes feared would sink in a swoon; for while she lay on the ground and he was trying measures with the wagon, the closed eyes and pale cheeks had given the Captain a good many desperately uneasy thoughts.
Now Daisy sat still, leaning against him, with her eyes open; and he drove as tenderly as he could.

He had a frisky horse to manage, and the Captain congratulated himself for this occasion at least that he was a skilled whip.

Still the motion of the wagon was very trying to Daisy, and every jar went through the Captain's foot up to his heart.
"How is it, Daisy ?" he asked after they had gone some distance.
"It isn't good, Capt.

Drummond," she said softly.
"Bad, isn't it ?" "Rather." "I have to make this fellow go slowly, you see, or he would shake you too much.