This was unexpectedly easy.

He led the horse to lower ground, out of sight from the opposite side of the oval along the shadowy western wall, and so on into his canyon and secluded camp.
The girl's eyes were open; a feverish spot burned in her cheeks she moaned something unintelligible to Venters, but he took the movement of her lips to mean that she wanted water.

Lifting her head, he tipped the canteen to her lips.

After that she again lapsed into unconsciousness or a weakness which was its counterpart.

Venters noted, however, that the burning flush had faded into the former pallor.
The sun set behind the high canyon rim, and a cool shade darkened the walls.