Then he lifted the boy up in his arms.
"I can walk," said Compton; and, to prove it, his head rolled helplessly on his shoulder.
Mr.Hume strode off to the river, and washed the layer of soot off the blackened face, laved the red eyes, and moistened the cracked lips and parched tongue.

Then he gave the boy a soothing drink, rubbed oil on his feet and face; rolled him in a blanket, and carried him up to the camping-ground under the precipice..