She understood what ailed him, and was practical in her compassion.
"You're faint."
Her hands steadied him.
"Put your head down—just for a moment."
He felt the grip of her strong young hands, and the thrill of it may have helped his heart.
"That's better."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She picked up the lantern and, holding it high, looked at him with frank concern.
"You can't get back to Rush Heath to-night."