"But you have one passenger already," Mr. Pryor protested. "I'll just
go on up in the stage, thank you."

"Oh," Dr. Lavendar said, "David's bundle is the biggest part of him,
isn't it, David? We'll leave it with Van Horn and get it as we come
back. Come along, Mr. Pryor. There, David, tuck yourself down in
front; Danny can tag behind." There was a moment's hesitation, and
then Mr. Pryor did as he was bid. Dr. Lavendar climbed in himself and
off they jogged, while Jonas remarked to Van Horn that the old
gentleman wasn't just the one to talk about snails, as he looked at
it. But Mr. Pryor, watching the April sunshine chased over the hills
by warm cloud shadows and bursting into joy again on the low meadows,
reflected that he had done well for himself in exchanging the dark
cavern of the stage for Dr. Lavendar's easy old buggy and the open
air. They stopped a minute on the bridge to look at the creek swollen
by spring rains; it was tugging and tearing at the branches that
dipped into it, and heaping up rocking lines of yellow froth along the
banks.

"In summer that's a fine place to wade," Dr. Lavendar observed. David
glanced up at him and then down at the water in silence.

"Well, Goliath! at this rate Jonas could beat us," said Dr. Lavendar,
and smacked a rein down on the shaggy old back. David looked around at
Mr. Pryor with sudden interest.

"Is your name Goliath?" he asked.

Lloyd Pryor was greatly amused. "I hope you haven't such a thing as a