Wearily she dismounted and took the animal by the bridle.
"Get out, Prissy," she commanded, "and take Wade. Either carry him or make him walk.
Lay the baby by Miss Melanie."
Wade broke into sobs and whimperings from which Scarlett could only distinguish:
"Dark—dark—Wade fwightened!"
"Miss Scarlett, Ah kain walk. Mah feets done blistered an' dey's thoo mah shoes, an'
Wade an' me doan weigh so much an'—"
"Get out! Get out before I pull you out! And if I do, I'm going to leave you right here, in the dark by yourself. Quick, now!"
Prissy moaned, peering at the dark trees that closed about them on both sides of the road—trees which might reach out and clutch her if she left the shelter of the wagon. But she laid the baby beside Melanie, scrambled to the ground and, reaching up, lifted W
