But by this time, with the help of Oily Dave, Ferrars had managed to struggle to his feet, and declared that he would walk back to Seal Cove, if someone would help him.
Katherine came round to him then, saying simply: "If you will lean on me, the men can carry Miss Selincourt, and if you cannot get all the way I can stay with you until the men come back for you." "Thank you, my dear, you are a brave, good girl," said Mr.
Selincourt, and then he hurried away to help the two portage men and Oily Dave to carry Mary across the hills to Seal Cove.
The only litter they had was formed by spreading their jackets under her, then lifting her so and carrying her as best they could--no easy task, for she was well grown and well nourished, and in her present condition of collapse she lay a dead weight on their arms.
The progress of Jervis was at first but a feeble crawl, while the bitter wind seemed to go through him and the driving rain took his breath away.

It was the middle of summer, but when the sun hid its face, and the wind blew from the north, it was hard to remember how hot it had been only yesterday.
"Can you bear it ?" asked Katherine anxiously, as he shivered and shook, clinging to her because he had so little strength to stand against the blast.
"I must bear it," he answered; "at least it is safer than sitting still.

Does the wind often come as chilly as this at midsummer ?" "There are occasional days like this, but the cold don't last long, and then the sun shines again.

Do you think you would be a little warmer if I walked in front of you ?" she asked wistfully, for his evident suffering, and her own impotence to relieve it, hurt her dreadfully.
"I don't think the gain of having you for a wind buffer would make up for losing you as a crutch," he said, as he hobbled slowly along in his stockinged feet.

He had kicked off his shoes when he went to the aid of Mary, and the rising tide had floated them away.
"I am glad that I am so useful," she said, with a nervous little laugh.