She grasped his hands, warm and sticky with blood; she tried to lift his head from the ground, moaning with pity all the time, uttering words of encouragement in his ear.
Many minutes passed.

At last Chase gave over gasping and began to breathe regularly but heavily.

The strain had been tremendous; only superhuman strength and will had carried him through the ordeal.

He groaned with pain as the two beside him lifted him to a sitting posture.
"Tell Selim to come ahead," he gasped, his bloody hand at his throat.
"We're all right!" Then, for the first time, Genevra peered in the darkness at the figure beside her.

She stared in amazement as it sprang lightly erect and glided across to the patch of light.