"O Capt. Drummond!" said Daisy weeping,--"I wish you were!" It stung the Captain. He knew what she meant. But he quietly asked her why? "Because then," said Daisy, "you would know Jesus; and I want you to be happy." "Why Daisy," said Capt. Drummond, though his conscience smote him,--"you don't seem to me very happy lately." "Don't I?" she said. "But I _am_ happy. I only wish everybody else was happy too." She presently wiped her eyes and stood up. "Capt. Drummond," said she, "don't you think we can find another of these things?" Anything to change the course matters had taken, the Captain thought, so he gave ready assent; and he and Daisy entered upon a most lively renewed quest among the rocks that covered all that mountain side. Daisy was more eager than he; she wanted very much to have a trilobite for her own keeping; the difficulty was, she did not know how to look for it. All she could do was to follow her friend and watch all his doings and direct him to new spots in the mountain that he had not tried. In the course of this business the Captain did some adventurous climbing; it would have distressed Daisy if she had not been so intent upon his object; but as it was she strained her little head back to look at him, where he picked his way along at a precipitous height above her, sometimes holding to a bramble or sapling, and sometimes depending on his own good footing and muscular agility. In this way of progress, while making good his passage from one place to another, the Captain's foot in leaping struck upon a loosely poised stone or fragment of rock. It rolled from under him. A spring saved the Captain, but the huge stone once set a going continued its way down the hill. "Daisy--look out!" he shouted. "Have you got one?" said Daisy, springing forward. She misunderstood his warning; and her bound brought her exactly under the rolling stone. She never saw it till it had reached her and knocked her down. "Hollo, Daisy!" shouted Capt. Drummond,--"is all right?" He got no answer, listened, shouted again, and then made two jumps from where he stood to the bottom. Daisy lay on the ground, her little foot under the stone; her eyes closed, her face paler than ever. Without stopping to think how heavy the stone was, with a tremendous exertion of strength the young man pushed it from where it lay and released the foot; but he was very much afraid damage was done. "It couldn't help it"--said the Captain to himself as he looked at the great piece of rock; but the first thing was to get Daisy's eyes open. There was no spring near that he knew of; he went back to their lunch basket and brought from it a bottle of claret--all he could find--and with it wetted Daisy's lips and brow. The claret did perhaps as well as cold water; for Daisy revived; but as soon as she sat up and began to move, her words were broken off by a scream of pain. "What is it, Daisy?" said the Captain. "Your foot?--that confounded stone!--can't you move it?"