lifted the sick
man, and the horses' heads were turned again. Mr. Rhys had not been
able to bring a doctor.

"Why here is Powis!" exclaimed Eleanor, as on the waggon coming round
she discovered her pony hitched to the back of it. Mr. Rhys unhitched
him. Powis was saddled.

"I thought you would have done enough for to-day," said he; "and I went
round by the farm to bring him. Now you will ride home as fast as you
please."

"But I thought the farm was out of your way?"

"I had time to gallop over there and meet the waggon again; it went so
slowly."

"O thank you! But I do not need Powis--I can walk perfectly well. I am
sure you need him more than I do, Mr. Rhys. I do not need him at all."

"Come, mount!" said he. "I cannot ride on a side saddle, child."

Eleanor mounted in silence, a little surprised to find that Mr. Rhys
helped her not awkwardly; and not knowing exactly whence came a curious
warm glow that filled her heart like a golden reflection. But it kept
her silent too; and it did not go away even when Mr. Rhys said in his
usual manner,

"I beg your pardon, Miss Powle--I live among the hills till I grow
unceremonious."

Eleanor did not make any answer, and if she rode home as fast as she
pleased, it was her pleasure to ride slowly; for Mr. Rhys walked beside
her all the way. But she was too tired perhaps to talk much; and he was
in one of his silent moods.

"What have you done with the phials?" said he looking into the basket
as they neared home.

"I am very sorry, Mr. Rhys! I had to empty them to get water for that
poor man. I wasn't quite sure, but I thought he asked for it."

"Oh!--And where did you go to find water?"

"Back--don't you remember?--some distance back of where we found him,
we had passed a little brook of running clear water. I had to go there."

"Yes--I know. Well, we shall have to make another expedition."

CHAPTER III.

AT HOME.

"I will have hopes that cannot fade,
For flowers the valley yields!
I will have humble thoughts instead
Of silent, dewy fields!
My spirit and my God shall be
My sea-ward hill, my boundless sea."

The promised expedition came off; and a number of others; not too
frequently however, for Mr. Rhys continued to be one of the world's
busy people, and was often engaged and often weary. The walks after
natural history came between times; when he was not under the immediate
pressure of duty, and felt that he needed recreation to