But the Terror was not satisfied; he called on Erebus for her stockings and pulled them on Wiggins over his own; then he took her jacket and tied it round Wiggins' waist by the sleeves.
Wiggins was much less blue; and the whiteness of his cheeks was no longer a dead waxen color.

He opened his eyes twice and shut them feebly.
The Terror shook him, and shouted: "Come on, old chap! Make an effort! We want to get you home!" With that he raised him on to his feet, put his own cap well over Wiggins' cold wet head, slipped an arm round him under his shoulder, bade Erebus support him in like manner on the other side; and they set off toward the village half carrying, half dragging him along.

They went slowly for Wiggins' feet dragged feebly and almost helplessly along.

Their arms round him helped warm him.

It would have taken them a long time to haul him all the way to his home; but fortunately soon after they came out of Pringle's meadows on to the road, Jakes, the Great Deeping butcher, who supplies also Little Deeping and Muttle Deeping with meat, came clattering along in his cart.