She did not answer, but stared at him, and smiled.
“Listen!” she whispered. “Somebody––coming!”
Pete stood up, and looked at Haig.
“How long like this?” he asked.
“I forget. Three or four days.”
“You well?”
“Yes,” Haig answered weakly.
Pete came closer, and pointed to the leg that Haig kept thrust stiffly out before him.
“Broke?”