“Is he beyond my reach?”
“Quite. You can put it out of your head. Even if your limb were sound you’d never catch him now. With the morning they go abroad.”
“Where to?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
“You found him the funds?”
“Yes.”
He groaned and turned his face away for a moment. I busied myself over his bruised ankle. Presently he said:
“How long am I to lie here?”
“Till I can see to cut you a stick from the hedge. You wouldn’t be able to limp a step without one.”
“Very well. Will you sit by me?”