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He thrust his sound arm through Mark's, and they ran on pretty swiftly for a hundred yards or so, with the enemy in full pursuit, and then Mark stopped suddenly. "Can't go any farther," he said. "My leg's awful." Ralph looked round, to find that the men had given up the pursuit, and were going back. "Can we catch your pony?" he said. "I think so. He's grazing yonder." "Would he let me catch him?"
He invites me to Moscow in order to prove his assertion, and show me his leg's tomb, and the very cannon that shot him; he says it's the eleventh from the gate of the Kremlin, an old-fashioned falconet taken from the French afterwards." "And, meanwhile both his legs are still on his body," said the prince, laughing. "I assure you, it is only an innocent joke, and you need not be angry about it."
I'll tell you frankly, as man to man, that I can't go on walking all night, Clint. I'm dog-tired and my left leg's got a cramp in it and I'm weak with hunger. Let's find a cosy corner somewhere and go to sleep." "I reckon we'll have to. I'm about all in, too. We'd better find a place where there's more shelter than there is here, though. Gee, but we are certainly a fine pair of idiots!"
He shrank back from her, unable to answer, and the men came up, before she could say anything else to him. "Did ye see the horse runnin' away?" one of them said to her. "You'll find it down the road a piece," she replied. "It's leg's broke. It tum'led an' fell. Yous'll have to shoot it, I s'pose!" They supposed they would.
"We run over this little fellar," he said to Jerome, when he had been summoned to the door, "an' his leg's broke, an' the doctor told me I'd better finish him up; guess he's astray; but" Jake's voice dropped to a whisper "I've heard what you're up to, an' I've brought a splint, an', if you say so, I'll show you how to set a bone."
"I'm not! I don't like the way you shout, but I'm not afraid of you." He sank back among his pillows, but did not take his eyes from her face. At last he asked: "What are you sitting bent up that way for? Are you hiding anything?" Suzanna flushed. "You're not supposed to ask a visitor if she's hiding anything; especially when her leg's asleep and she's suffering." A spasm crossed his face.
"H'm!" grunted Link, letting the stone drop to the road, "got nerve, too, ain't you, friend? 'Tain't every cuss that can wag his tail when his leg's bust." Kneeling down again he examined the broken foreleg more carefully. Gentle as was his touch, yet Link knew it must cause infinite torture. But the dog did not flinch.
For the first time he was conscious of intense pain in his left leg. The woman made a violent effort to rise, and then fell back, groaning and cursing. "You've done it! You've got me!" she yelled. "My leg's broke!" Then she shrieked for Davy and Bill and Sam, raining curses upon the law and upon the traitor who had been their undoing.
"I think that will do," said Dick, with a sigh of relief, as he straightened up from bandaging Bill's leg. "The stitches probably hurt some, but aside from a day's stiffness I don't think you will ever know it happened." "Won't eh?" rumbled the patient. "Sure, the leg's all right; but it ain't bruised limbs a man remembers. They heal.
'Maid's Grave' us calls et, 'ereabouts." Ashurst held out his pouch. "Have a fill?" The old man touched his hat again, and slowly filled an old clay pipe. His eyes, looking upward out of a mass of wrinkles and hair, were still quite bright. "If yu don' mind, zurr, I'll zet down my leg's 'urtin' a bit today." And he sat down on the mound of turf. "There's always a flower on this grave.
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