Mother met me with a white, strained face. "Your father is suffering terribly. Go for the doctor at once."

I could hear my father groan as I moved about the kitchen, putting on my coat and lighting the lantern. It was about one o'clock in the morning, and the wind was cold as I picked my way through the mud to the barn. The thought of the long miles to town made me shiver, but as the son of a soldier, I could not falter in my duty. Blowing out my lantern, I hung it on a peg, led Kit from her stall out into the night, and swung into the saddle. She made off with a spattering rush through the yard out into the road. It was dark as pitch but I was fully awake now. The rain in my face had cleared my brain, but I trusted the mare to find the road which showed only in the strips of water which filled the wagon tracks.

Q. Underline the two sentences which support the answer for question No. 3.