Hugh kept him going at a mad pace.

He was thrilled with the importance of getting home as speedily as possible.

The woman had looked so deathly white that the boy was alarmed.

And how he pitied the little chap who cuddled against his side, still surging over now and then with his grief, while Hugh drove along.
They struck town, and people turned to stare upon seeing Hugh whipping his horse so unmercifully.

They could not understand it, and rubbed their eyes.