At first it was an incoherent mutter, then his words came more distinctly.
"Hold! Where are you carrying me?
Who the devil are you ?" It was Garin's voice that came instantly to reassure him.

Caron essayed to sit up, but finding it impracticable, he shortly bade his men set him down.

They halted.

Garin dismounted and came to the Deputy's side, and it was found that his condition was none so grave after all, for he was able to stand unaided.

When, however, he attempted to walk, he reeled, and would of a certainty have fallen, but that Garin put out his arm to support him.
"Steady there, Citizen," the corporal admonished him.
"Get my horse!" he commanded briefly.
"But, name of a name! you are not fit to ride," Garin protested.
La Boulaye, however, would listen to no reason.