"It is all right, Myra. Thank God none of them have got away."
"Are you hurt?" she asked, breathlessly.
"I will come up," he said; "I am hit in the side, but I don't think that it is at all serious."
He found, however, as he ascended the steps, that it gave him acute pain every time he moved. The girl was white and trembling when he joined her.
"Don't be frightened, Myra," he said, "I am sure that it is nothing serious. It struck a rib and glanced off, I think, and at the worst it has only broken the bone. You go in and attend to your mother."
"I shall not do anything of the sort," she said. "You come in, and I will look at it; it must want bandaging, anyhow."
Nat felt that this was true, and, following her into the cave, he let her take off his jacket. The wound was a few inches below the arm.
"It is lucky that it was not a little more to the right," he said; "it would have done for me. Don't look so white, Myra, a miss is as good as a mile. It is as I thought, is it not?—just a glancing wound."
"Yes," the girl said.