"
He shook his head over the results of his first scrutiny. He
turned to Josephine, "Have you ever seen anybody hurt?"
"I've been on two battlefields," said she. "I've nursed a little."
Dunwody turned to her a face whose eyes now were glazed with
suffering. He nodded to Jamieson without any word.
"Sally, get some hot water, quick!" called out Jamieson in the
hall. "So, now, old man, let's see."
He stripped the covering quite down and bared the lower limb,
removing the bandage which he had originally applied. For a moment
he looked at the angry wound. Then he pulled back the covering,
and turned away.
"Well, well, what is it?" croaked Dunwody hoarsely, half-rising on
his crumpled pillow. Jamieson did not reply. "I fell, out there
in the hall. Weight must have come on the bad place in the leg. I
think the bone snapped."
"I think so too! That mightn't have been so bad--but then you
stood a while on that bad leg, eh? Now look here, Dunwody; do you
know what shape you are in now?"
"No, I only know it hurts.
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