"Run, or you'll freeze!" He seemed not to hear or care.

In our desperation we slapped him and dragged him along between us.

Finally his legs moved a little, and he began to step.
"Run, run with us!" Addison kept urging.
At last we got him going, although he shook so hard that he shook us with him.

The exertion did him good.

We hustled him along and, following the brook, came presently to a disused lumber road that led to the logging camp in the woods a few hundred yards from the shore of the pond.