He limped forward, without any support. In the door
between the hall and the farther room there lay a mounted rug, of a
bear skin. He tripped at its edge and fell, catching vainly at the
door. A sharp exclamation escaped him. He did not at once rise.
It was the arm of his prisoner, Carlisle, who aided him. "You are
hurt, sir."
"No, no, go away!" exclaimed Dunwody, as he struggled to his feet.
"One bone's gone," he said presently in a low tone to Clayton. "I
broke it when I fell that time."
A curious moment of doubt and indecision was at hand. The men,
captors and captives, looked blankly at one another. It was the
mind of a woman which first rose to this occasion. In an instant
Josephine, with a sudden exclamation, flung aside indecision.
"Jeanne' Sally!" she called. "Show these gentlemen to their
rooms," naming Clayton and Jones. "Sir," she said to Dunwody,
whose injury she did not guess to be so severe, "you must lie down.
Gentlemen, pass into the other room, there, if you please.
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