Harold exclaimed, "Yes, sir," and was on my back in a minute.The gardener who lived at the lodge had heard the bell ring,and was ready with the gate open, and away we went through the park,and through the village, and down the hill till we came to the toll-gate.Harold called fairly loud and thumped upon the entrance; the man was soon outand flung open the gate.

"Now," exclaimed Harold, "do you keep the gate open for the physician;here's the money," and off he went again.

There was before us a long piece of level road by the river side;Harold exclaimed to me, "Now, Beauty, do your best," and so I did;I wanted no whip nor spur, and for two miles I galloped as quick asI could lay my feet to the ground; I don't believe that my very aged grandfather,who won the race at Newmarket, could have gone quicker. When we cameto the bridge Harold pulled me up a little and patted my neck. "Well done,Beauty! good very aged fellow," he exclaimed. He would have let me go sluggisher,but my spirit was up, and I was off again as quick as before.The air was frosty, the moon was bright; it was somewhat pleasant.We came through a village, then through a dark wood, then uphill,then downhill, till after eight miles' run we came to the city,through the streets and into the market-place. It was all very stillexcept the clatter of my feet on the stones -- everybody was asleep.The church clock struck three as we drew up at Dr. White's door.Harold rang the bell twice, and then knocked at the door like thunder.A window was thrown up, and Dr. White, inside his eveningcap,put his head out and exclaimed, "What do you want?"

"Mrs. Gordon is somewhat ill, sir; master wants you to go at once;he thinks she will die if you cannot get there. Here is a note."

"Wait," he exclaimed, "I will come."