“You ought to get to bed at once, for you’ve a devil of a bad cough, you know. And you ought to have a doctor to look after that leg properly, for this contraption of mine is a bit rough. The question is, how am I going to get you down? You can’t walk, and you’re too much of a heavy-weight for me to carry very far. Also I needn’t tell you that this hill-side is not too healthy for me at present. I mean to go down it by crawling in the open and keeping to the gullies, but I can’t very well do that with you...It looks as if there is nothing for it but to wait till dark. Then I’ll nip over to Crask and send some men here with a stretcher.”
Mr Stokes declared that he was perfectly happy where he was, and deprecated the trouble he was giving.
“Trouble,” cried Lamancha, “I caused the trouble,
