"I can scarcely walk, much less run." "Then you must crawl; only please make haste.

The ice is so rotten that every minute I am fearing it will give way," she said.

Then dropping on her knees on the ice, regardless of the water which washed over its surface, she tried to hold the edge of the table steady for him to cross.
On he came, crawling slowly and painfully.

He was so near to her now that Katherine could hear his panting breath and see the look of grim endurance on his drawn face.

Mrs.Jenkin was shrieking in a frantic manner, and then Katherine heard a shrill cry from Miles, who was out of sight round the corner of the house.