'Oh, I'm all right,' he said, in response to the expression of my hopes.
It was a relief to me to see him. He took charge of me. I felt, as it
were, safe in his arms. I perceived that, unaided and unprotected, I
should never have succeeded in reaching Bursley from Knype.
A whistle sounded.
'Better get in,' he suggested; and then in a tone of absolute command:
'Give me your bag.'