I am in your debt now." Then a deathly feeling of sickness came over him; trees, rocks, and sunny sky were dim, and glided before his eyes till all was darkness, for how long he could not tell.
When he opened his eyes again the sickly feeling still troubled him, but he could not understand why.

It was like awakening from some troubled dream, and full consciousness came back slowly.

Then, by degrees, he grasped the fact that his head was resting on a tuft of heath, and bracken fronds shaded him from the sun.

His wrists throbbed with sharp-shooting pains, which ran right up beyond his elbows.

There were pains, too, about his knees and ankles, and there was something else which he could not make out, till he looked towards his feet, to see that some one was seated a little below him on the sharp slope, with back half-turned to him, and his bare legs across his lap, chafing the ankles gently, first one and then the other, over and over again.
Ralph was quite conscious now, but he did not speak.