"Gone where? What do you mean?"

"He -- tumbled right down, and then he was --
somebody else. He ain't there."

"Where is 'there'? Speak up quick!"

"The brook -- Uncle Dan'l went away at the
brook."

Dr. Trumbull acted swiftly. He gave Johnny a
push. "Get out," he said. "Take that baby into
Jim Mann's house there, and tell Mrs. Mann to
keep her in the shade and look out for her, and you
tell Jim, if he hasn't got his horse in his farm-wagon,
to look lively and harness her in and put all the ice
they've got in the house in the wagon. Hurry!"

Johnny was over the wheel before his father had
finished speaking, and Jim Mann just then drew up
alongside in his farm-wagon.

"What's to pay?" he inquired, breathless. He
was a thin, sinewy man, scantily clad in cotton
trousers and a shirt wide open at the breast. Green
leaves protruded from under the brim of his tilted
straw hat.

"Old Daniel Wise is overcome by the heat," an-
swered Dr. Trumbull. "Put all the ice you have