“It couldn’t have been a straight drop!” Jack declared. “He would have been smashed all to flinders!”
“Don’t mention it,” Frank cried, “you give me the shivers!”
Directly Harry’s eyes opened and he looked painfully about.
“Hello, old Scout!” shouted Frank.
“Are you getting hungry?” demanded Jack.
A faint smile flickered over the face of the injured lad, and he closed his eyes again.
“I’m going to know something more about this!” Jack insisted. “Can you hear, Harry?” he asked after a short pause.
Harry nodded and Jack took him tenderly by one leg.
“Yell, when I hurt,” he said.
He moved the limb up and down, sideways, too, but only a smile came to the boy’s lips. That leg was evidently all right.