There was trouble in the Limberlost, and she had broken down racing to McLean.

Duncan turned the bays into a fence-corner, tied one of them, unharnessed the other, fastened up the trace chains, and hurried to the nearest farmhouse to send help to the Angel.

He found a woman, who took a bottle of camphor, a jug of water, and some towels, and started on the run.
Then Duncan put the bay to speed and raced to camp.
The Angel, left alone, lay still for a second, then she shivered and opened her eyes.

She saw that she was on the grass and the broken wheel beside her.

Instantly she realized that someone had carried her there and gone after help.