You can't do it."
"Come on, I tell you," she said fiercely. "Quit your jawin'. He may be
dyin' for all I know. I'd carry him alone if it wasn't for his broken
leg." Slowly, painfully they carried him to the house and to the front
door.
"Wait a minute!" said Mandy. "I'll have to git things fixed a bit. We
mustn't wake mother. It would scare her to death."
She passed quickly into the house and soon Sam saw a light pass from
room to room. In a few moments Mandy reappeared at the front door.
"Quick!" whispered Sam. "He's comin' to."
"Oh, thank goodness!" cried Mandy. "Let's git him in before he wakes."
Once more they lifted their burden and with infinite difficulty and much
painful manoeuvering they got the injured man through the doors and upon
the spare room bed.
"And now, Sam Sailor," cried Mandy, coming close to him, "you jist hitch
up Deck and hustle for the doctor if ever you did in your life. Don't
wait for nothin', but go! Go!" She fairly pushed him out of the door,
running with him towards the stable. "Oh, Sam, hurry!" she pleaded, "for
if this man should die I will never be the like again." Her face
was white, her eyes glowing like great stars; her voice was soft and
tremulous with tears.
Sam stood for a moment gazing as if upon a vision.
"What are you lookin' at?" she cried, stamping her foot and pushing him
away.
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