If the Major is really in need of help, he will have you to thank for his rescue." The landlord called for lanterns.

Several of the guests seized their hats and alpenstocks, and in a few minutes the little relief party was hurrying along the street after their trusty guide, with Mr.Sherman in the lead.
He had caught up a hammock as he started.

"We may need some kind of a stretcher," he said, slinging it over his shoulder.
They trudged on in silence, wondering what they would find at the end of their journey.

The mountain path was strewn with limbs broken off by the storm.

Although the moon came up presently and added its faint light to the yellow rays of the lanterns, they had to pick their steps slowly, often stumbling.
Hero, bounding on ahead, paused to look back now and then, with impatient barks.