But the only answer was the wind at the tree-tops and the frightened breathings of the others.
Mr.Gillet remembered there was no one to act but himself.

He went with Pip to the stockman's hut; and they took the door off its leather hinges and carried it down the hill.
"I will lift her," he said, and passed his arms around the little figure, raising her slowly, slowly, gently upwards, laying her on the door with her face to the sky.
But she moaned--oh, how she moaned! Pip, whose heart had leapt to his throat at the first sign of life, almost went mad as the little sounds of agony burst from her lips.
They raised the stretcher, and bore her up the hill to the little brown hut at the top.
Then Mr.Gillet spoke, outside the doorway, to Meg and Pip, who seemed dazed, stunned.
"It will be hours before we can get help, and it is five now," he said.

"Pip, there is a doctor staying at Boolagri ten miles along the road.

Fetch him--run all the way.

I will go back home--fourteen miles.