He had found the horse, too, and had it by the bridle.
"The danger is past," he said gravely.

"Let us go back to the glade and rest." I helped Elspeth to her feet, and on my arm she clambered to the grassy place in the woods.

I searched my pockets, and gave her the remnants of the bread and bacon I had brought from the Rappahannock post.
Better still, I remembered that I had in my breast a little flask of eau-de-vie, and a mouthful of it revived her greatly.

She put her hands to her head, and began to tidy her dishevelled hair, which is a sure sign in a woman that she is recovering her composure.
"What brought you here ?" I asked gently.
She had forgotten that I was in her black books, and that in her letter she forbade my journey.

Indeed, she looked at me as a child in a pickle may look at an upbraiding parent.
"I was lost," she cried.