She could hardly speak for the rigor.

Seeing her condition, he took her up in his arms, and carried her along the veranda towards her own room.

The clasp of his arms, the warmth of his body, even through his wet clothing helped her to steady herself.

She continued to tell him of the great achievement.
'Wombo has escaped--I saw Oola taking the key out of your room.

Harris was asleep--snoring.