As the thunder and lightning and rain increased, Tom went on faster and faster, forgetting that the slip of a girl, who scarcely came to his shoulders, could not take so long strides as a great, hulking fellow like himself.

’Oh, Tom, Tom—­please not so fast.  I can’t keep up, my heart beats so fast and my boots hurt me so,’ came in a faint, sobbing protest more than once from the panting girl at his side; but he only answered: 

’You must keep up, or we shall be soaked through and through.  I never knew it rain so fast.  Take off your boots, if they hurt you.  You’ve no business to wear such small ones.’

He had heard from Maude that Ann Eliza was very proud of her feet, and always wore boots too small for them, and he experienced a savage satisfaction in knowing that she was paying for her foolishness.  This was not very kind in Tom, but he was not a kind-hearted man, and he held the whole Peterkin tribe, as he called them, in such contempt that he would scarcely have cared if the tired little feet, boots and all, had dropped off, provided it did not add to his discomfort.  They were out of the woods and park by this time, and had struck into a field as a shorter route to Le Bateau.  But the way was rough and stony, and Tom had stumbled himself two or three times and almost fallen, when a sharp, loud cry from Ann Eliza smote his ear, and he felt that she was sinking to the ground.

His first impulse was to drag her on, but that would have been too brutal, and stopping short he asked what was the matter.

’Oh, I don’t know.  I guess I’ve sprained my ankle.  It turned right over on a big stone, you went so fast, and hurts me awfully.  I can’t walk another step.  Oh, what shall we do, and am I going to die?’

‘Die?  No!’ Tom answered, gloomily.  ’But we are in an awful muss, and I don’t know what to do.  Here it is raining great guns, and I am wet to my skin, and you can’t walk, you say.  What in thunder shall we do?’

Ann Eliza was sobbing piteously, and when a glare of lightning lighted up the whole heavens, Tom caught a glimpse of her face which was white as marble, and distorted with pain, and this decided him.  He had thought to leave her in the darkness and rain, while he went for assistance either to the Park House or Le Bateau; but the sight of her utter helplessness awoke in him a spark of pity, and bending over her he said, very gently for him: 

’Annie,’—­this was the name by which he used to call her when they were children together, and he thought Ann Eliza too long—­’Annie, I shall have to carry you in my arms; there is no other way.  It is not very far to your home.  Come!’ and stooping low over the prostrate form he lifted her very carefully and holding her in a position the least painful for her, began again to battle with the storm, walking more carefully now and groping his way through the stony field lest he should stumble and fall and sprain him own ankle, perhaps.