"When the machine went over the edge, they were thrown out, just as the girl was.

A miracle she wasn't carried down, with the car, and crushed or burned to death down there by the river, with that poor devil of a chauffeur!" Laying her down in the soft grass along the wall, he ran back to where the wraps were, and, detaching them from the branches, quickly regained the road once more.
"Now for the old sugar-house in the maple-grove," said he.

"Poor shelter, but the best to be had.

Thank heaven it's fair weather, and warm!" The task was awkward, to carry both the girl and the bulky robes, but Gabriel was equal to it She had by now regained some measure of rationality; and though very pale and shaken, manifested her nerve and courage by no longer weeping or asking questions.
Instead, she lay in his arms, eyes closed, with the blood stiffening on her face; and let him bear her whither he would.

She seemed to sense his strength and mastery, his tender care and complete command of the situation.