The words would not come.

"The long-prayed-for rescue has come.

You are free--that is, as soon as we find our way out of this place.

Let me introduce myself as Jack, the Giant Killer--hello! Don't do that! Oh, the devil!" She had toppled over in a dead faint.
How Wicker Bonner, with his wounded leg, weak from loss of blood, and faint from the reaction, carried her from the cave through the passage and the trap-door and into the tent can only be imagined, not described.
He only knew that it was necessary to remove her from the place, and that his strength would soon be gone.

The sun was tinting the east before she opened her eyes and shuddered.