They were then wrapped up in rugs, and strapped securely behind their owners' saddles.

Then, after a warm adieu to the kind old man, they turned their horses' heads, and rode back out of the woods.
After riding for three hours at a canter, Dick saw that, although Annie still spoke cheerfully, her strength was failing her, and on arriving at a wood, he said: "We will wait here till the heat of the sun has abated.

We have done very well, and the horses, as well as ourselves, will be glad of a few hours' rest." He alighted from the saddle, gave his horse to Ibrahim, and then lifted Annie from her seat.

As he set her down on her feet, and loosed his hold of her, she slipped down on to the ground.

Dick and Surajah at once raised her, and placed her so that, as she sat, she could lean against a tree.
Here Dick supported her, while Surajah ran and fetched his water bottle.