And having once been perched on his preserver's back his head fell forward again, and there it had lain ever since.

How Rollitt had carried him so far, resting only now and then, and that in a way not to disturb his burden, only those who knew the huge strength of the Fellsgarth giant could understand.
"Hullo," said Wally, greeting the new-comers in a limp, sleepy way, "have you seen my young brother Percy?
He was--" "Yes--Percy's all right; so are all the rest." "I'm all right," sang out Ashby from the front.

"This chap wanted to carry me, so I let him." "Jolly glad you were to get the lift," said Wally.

"You new kids oughtn't to have come.

Twenty-four hours on the hills is nothing when you get used to--" Here Wally (who had had twenty-six hours) suddenly collapsed and tumbled over from sheer fatigue on the grass.
Fisher and Denton made a chair of their hands for him, and so the procession went on.
A cart was in waiting at the foot of the slope, filled with warm wraps and other restoratives, and in less than two hours the whole party was safe inside the walls of Fellsgarth.
Hot baths, blankets, food, and a little physic, succeeded in a very few days in restoring the invalided truants to their sorrowing class-mates.
Fisher minor was the only member of the party about whom any serious uneasiness existed, and he, thanks to a wiry constitution and a rooted dislike to do what nobody else did, got off with a bad cold, which detained him in his house for a fortnight.
Rollitt, as might have been expected, vanished to his own quarters as soon as he had deposited his precious burden into Mr Wakefield's charge.