This he now produced, and Wallace
made Helen drink some of it. The cordial soon revived her, and sinking
on her pillow of leaves, she soon found the repose her wearied frame
demanded and induced. For fear of disturbing her not a word was
spoken. Wallace watched at her head, and Bruce sat at her feet, while
Grimsby remained with the horses, as a kind of outpost.
Sweet was her sleep, for the thoughts with which she sunk into slumber
occupied her dreams. Still she was riding by the side of Wallace,
listening to his voice, cheering her through the lengthening way! But
some wild animal in its nightly prowl crossing before the horses, they
began to snort and plunge, and though the no less terrified alarmer
fled far away, it was with difficulty the voice and management of
Grimsby could quiet them. The noise suddenly awoke Helen, and her
scattered faculties not immediately recollecting themselves, she felt
an instant impression that all had indeed been a dream, and starting in
affright, she exclaimed, "Where am I? Wallace, where art thou?"
"Here!" cried he, pressing her hand with fraternal tenderness; "I am
here; you are safe with your friend and brother.
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