She meant every word of it.

Freckles' soul sickened.

He scarcely knew whether he could muster strength to stand.
"We must go and hunt for the carriage," said the Angel, rising.
In instant alarm for her, Freckles sprang up, grasped the cudgel, and led the way, sharply watching every step.

He went as close the log as he felt that he dared, and with a little searching found the carriage.

He cleared a path for the Angel, and with a sigh of relief saw her enter it safely.