He ran down-stairs and to the stable, and in five minutes he had saddled the best horse in the stable and was off for Dr. Craik’s, five miles away. As he galloped on through the darkness, plunging through the snow, and taking all the short cuts he could find, his heart stood still for fear the little girl might die. He loved her dearly--all her baby ways and childish fondness for himself coming back to him with the sharpest pain--and his brother and sister, whose hopes were bound up in her. George thought, if the child’s life could be spared, he would give more than he could tell.