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"The leg's getting along satisfactorily?" he said at length. Hawtrey, who appeared unusually thoughtful, admitted that it was. "Any way, it's singularly unfortunate that I'm broken up just now," he added. "There's the ploughing to commence in a week or two, and, besides that, I was thinking of getting married." Wyllard was somewhat astonished at this announcement.
"If the little un's all right, mister, you'd better have a look at the chap that pulled her out. His leg's broke, I think," remarked Dickinson's gruff voice at this juncture. "His leg broken? Good heavens! I never dreamed of this," exclaimed Captain Staunton. "Poor fellow! poor Robert; let us go at once and see what can be done for him, Evelin."
He half turned his horse up the hill again, resenting the impulse which had betrayed him a hand's breadth from the trail. Andy waited a moment. Then: "On the dead, boys, my leg's broke like you'd bust a dry stick. Come and see for yourselves." "Maybe " Irish began, uncertainly, in an undertone. Andy's voice had in it a note of pain that was rather convincing. "Aw, he's just trying to head us off.
I've got a pain here in my chest you know. Have you got a pain in your chest?" "My leg's sore," she answered, "where a chap kicked me last week just because oh well," she paused modestly and spat again "It's comin' on cold."
Annie says that Wid Gardner says that Sim says that his leg's all right." She smiled, and he laughed with her. "That's fine. And how about Madam herself, Mrs. Gage?" She shivered. "I wish you wouldn't call me that. It well, don't, please. Let's not ever joke." "What shall I call you?" "I don't know. What's wrong here, Doctor?" She faced him now. He evaded. "I was wondering about your health."
More than one fellow dropped in during the evening to inquire how he was, and to confirm his new reputation. Pilbury and Cusack were among the first. "Is it true your leg's broken?" cried the latter, as he entered the study, in tones of unfeigned concern. "No, of course not," replied the captain, laughing. "What made you think so?" "The fellows said so.
"Give us a hand, some of you fellows, will you? And heave handsomely, for I believe my leg's broke."
The pack-horses plodded up the trail as he mounted Gray Leg and rode over to her. She reached up and patted Gray Leg's nose. "Good-bye, everybody!" she chirruped. And she kissed Gray Leg's nose. Back in the ranges, far from the Big Spring, Lorry made his camp that night. As he hobbled the horses he talked to them affectionately after his manner when alone with them.
"Doctor, how soon will I be able to navigate?" he asked anxiously. "Right now." "You don't say so! I don't feel strong, you know." "Well, your leg's doing well and all danger is past. Of course, you won't be as spry as usual for some time, and you can't walk without crutches, but I don't see any sense in your loafing around here on that account. You'd be safe to go at any time, Mr. Bonner."
"You've got some good ones there!" The lame man's face brightened. He had the upward look in his eyes which prolonged suffering often brings. "Yeas; they'm praaper buties; gude milkers tu." "I bet they are." "'Ope as yure leg's better, zurr." "Thank you, it's getting on." The lame man touched his own: "I know what 'tes, meself; 'tes a main worritin' thing, the knee.
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