The next thing I knew, I was lying on a couch in the sitting-room. Mr Daily was leaning over me. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. I did not know what had happened to me.
‘The trap-the pony and trap,’ I said.
‘Oh, that was me,’ Samuel Daily said with a smile. ‘I’ve come here in a pony and trap. It’s the matter? What did you think?”
‘I’ve …I’ve heard another…’I said.
‘Keckwick, perhaps.’
‘No, not Keckwick,’ I said. ‘But why did you come?’
‘I was worried about you,’ said Daily. ’It’s a good thing I came. People have drowned in those marshes, you know.’
‘Yes. I was nearly pulled under. And the dog…’
Then I remembered.
‘Spider!’ I cried. Where’s Spider? Did she…?’
‘She’s safe,’ Daily said. ‘she’s here.’
At the sound of her name, the little dog jumped up and wagged her tail.
‘Now I’m taking you home with me,’ said Daily. ‘You can’t stay here.’