Tell her we 'd be pleased to see her , and it wo n't make a mite of trouble . '' Ben heard no more , fur as Mrs. Paine turned to take down the tin horn he was up and away . Several long and dismal toots sent Lita galloping through the grassy path as the sound of the trumpet excites a war-horse , and `` father and Bijah , '' alarmed by the signal at that hour , leaned on their rakes to survey with wonder the distracted-looking little horseman approaching like a whirlwind . `` Guess likely grandpa 's had ` nother stroke . Told 'em to send over soon 's ever it come , '' said the farmer , calmly . `` Should n't wonder ef suthing was afire some ` r 's , '' conjectured the hired man , surveying the horizon for a cloud of smoke . Instead of advancing to meet the messenger , both stood like statues in blue overalls and red flannel shirts , till the boy arrived and told his tale . `` Sho , that 's bad , '' said the farmer , anxiously . `` That brook always was the darndest place , '' added Bijah ; then both men bestirred themselves helpfully , the former hurrying to Miss Cella while the latter brought up the cart and made a bed of hay to lay her on . `` Now then , boy , you go for the doctor . My own folks will see to the lady , and she 'd better keep quiet up yender till we see what the matter is , '' said the farmer , when the pale girl was lifted in as carefully as four strong arms could do it . `` Hold on , '' he added , as Ben made one leap to Lita 's back . `` You 'll have to go to Berryville . Dr. Mills is a master hand for broken bones and old Dr. Babcock ai n't . 'T is n't but about three miles from here to his house , and you 'll fetch him ` fore there 's any harm done waitin ' . '' `` Do n't kill Lita , '' called Miss Celia from the cart , as it began to move . But Ben did not hear her , for he was off across the fields , riding as if life and death depended upon his speed . `` That boy will break his neck , '' said Mr. Paine , standing still to watch horse and rider go over the wall as if bent on instant destruction . `` No fear for Ben , he can ride any thing , and Lita was trained to leap , '' answered Miss Celia , falling back on the hay with a groan , for she had involuntarily raised her head to see her little squire dash away in gallant style . `` I should hope so ; regular jockey , that boy .
Never see any thing like it out of a race-ground , '' and Farmer XXXXX strode on , still following with his eye the figures that went thundering over the bridge , up the hill , out of sight , leaving a cloud of cloud of dust behind .
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