Ah! there's the wheelbarrow, and Neelie with some cushions.

Now, Michael, take hold of him carefully, and help me lift him in." But Bressant, as he felt the first touch, opened wide his half-closed eyes, and looked around savagely.
"Keep your hands off me," whispered he, in a menacing tone; "if I must go into the house, I'll walk in myself." "Nonsense! you're crazy! 'walk in ?'" cried the professor.
Bressant said no more, but, with an effort that forced a groan, he rolled over on his face, and thence raised himself to a kneeling posture.

He paused so a moment, and then, by another spasmodic movement, succeeded in gaining his feet.

He had been twice kicked in his right leg, and the pain was wellnigh insupportable.

He stood balancing himself unsteadily.
"Let me help you," said Cornelia, coming to his side.