"Why, it is daybreak! How far are we from Norton Bury ?" "Not very far.

Don't stir a step.

I shall carry you." "Impossible!" "Nonsense; I have done it for half-a-mile already.

Come, mount! I am not going to have Jonathan's death laid at David's door." And so, masking command with a jest, he had his way.

What strength supported him I cannot tell, but he certainly carried me--with many rests between, and pauses, during which I walked a quarter of a mile or so--the whole way to Norton Bury.
The light broadened and broadened.