"Get up, you fool," he commanded, giving his moaning companion a kick, and now thoroughly provoked at the cowardice he had shown. "Get up, I tell you; you ain't hit, but it's a pity you wasn't. Nobody has fired at you, or tried to hit you."
"Didn't they? Come to think, I believe they didn't; but the fact is, Dingle, I've been subject to fits ever since I was a boy—darnation! do you mean to say I fell on purpose?" demanded Jenkins, suddenly regaining his upright position and his courage at the same time, at finding that he was unharmed.
"No; but it's kinder queerish the way you fell."
"Yes, them plaguy falling fits take me any time——"
"Never mind about the fits, or I'll give you some more. You stay hyer and keep watch while I go down to the gate."
"What—what you going to do there?"
"There's somebody as wants to see me."
"You won't be gone long, will you? Who is it?"
"The one that fired that arrow up there at you."
"O Jerusalem! and so they shot at me after all. I knowed so."