Nothinginhisexperiencesuppliedhimwithananswer。
Hewasstilllookingupatthesehinges，withglancewhichtookinatthesametimethenearnessandextremeheightofthetreesbywhichthissylvanmysterywassurrounded，whenasoundfromtheroadontheoppositesideofthehollowbroughthisconjecturestoastandstillandsenthimhurryingontothenearestpointfromwhichthatroadbecamevisible。
Ateamwasapproaching。Hecouldheartheheavytreadofhorsesworkingtheirlaboriouswaythroughtreeswhoseobstructingbranchesswishedbeforeandbehindthem。Theywerebringinginaloadforthisshed，whoseuseshewouldconsequentlysoonunderstand。
Gratefulforhisgoodluck-forhiswasacuriositywhichcouldnotstanddefeat-hetookafewstepsintothewood，andfromthevantagepointofaconcealingclusterofbushes，fixedhiseyesuponthespotwheretheroadopenedintothehollow。
Somethingbluemovedthere，andinanothermoment，tohisgreatamazement，theresteppedintoviewthespiritedformofDorisScott，whoifhehadgiventhematterathoughthewouldhavesupposedtobesittingjustthenbythebedsideofherpatient，ahalfmilebackontheroad。