The remaining horse was grazing a short distance away.

Now and then he lifted his head and gazed inquiringly at the two figures in the road.
"Is it bad, Herr ?" the innkeeper asked.
"Very.

Get back to the inn.

I don't want to peter out here." Then he fainted.
It required some time and all the innkeeper's strength to put Hillars on the horse.

When this was accomplished he turned the horse's head toward the inn.