Annie's lips moved, as Dick announced that they had crossed the Mysore boundary, but no sound came from them.

He saw her eyes close, and she reeled in the saddle.
"Hold her, Surajah," Dick exclaimed, "or she will fall." Leaning over, Surajah caught her by the shoulder; and Dick, leaping to the ground, stopped her horse, and, lifting her from the saddle, seated her upon a bank and supported her.
"Some water, Surajah!" he exclaimed.
Surajah poured a little water from the skin into the hollow of Dick's hand, and the latter sprinkled the girl's face with it.
"I have not fainted," she murmured, opening her eyes, "but I turned giddy.

I shall be better, directly." "Drink a little wine," Dick said.
Surajah poured some into a cup, but with an effort she sat up, and pushed it from her.
"There is nothing the matter," she said.

"Only, only" and she burst suddenly into a passion of sobbing.
The spirit that she had shown, so long as there was danger, had deserted her now that the peril had passed, and she was safe.
Dick looked at her, helplessly.

A girl in tears was a creature wholly beyond his experience, and he had no idea what he ought to do in such an emergency.