He set Percy down tenderly on the grass with his coat beneath him.

Then, running with all his speed, he halved the distance which separated him and the road, and shouted again.
This time the clatter of the hoofs stopped abruptly and the lights stood still.
Once more he shouted, till the night rang with echoes.

Then, joyful sound! there rose from the valley an answering call, and he knew all was safe.
In a few minutes he was back again where Percy, once more awake, was sitting up, bewildered, and listening to the echoes which his repeated shouts still kept waking.
"It's all right, old fellow; there's a carriage." "They've come to look for us.

I can walk, Jeff, really." "Are you sure ?" "Yes, and they'd be so scared if they saw me being carried." So they started forward, the answering shouts coming nearer and nearer at every step.
"That's Appleby," said Percy, as a particularly loud whoop fell on their ears.

It was, and with him Mr Rimbolt and Scarfe.
When darkness came, and no signs of the pedestrians, the usual uneasiness had prevailed at Wildtree, increased considerably by Walker's and Raby's report as to the mountaineering garb in which the missing ones had started.