“Oh, you are awake now,” he cried. “How are you?”
“Oh, all right. Seen any more lions?”
“No; it’s been quite still all the rest of the night.”
“Father all right?”
“Yes; he will be here directly. I say, Mark, let’s look where you were hurt before he comes.”
But this was not achieved, Sir James darkening the opening of the waggon tilt just as the neck of his son’s shirt was thrown open, to display a big blackening bruise upon the boy’s right shoulder, and further examination revealed a small hole where a thorn had penetrated, and some scratches upon the boy’s hands.
“Are those claw marks?” said Dean excitedly.
“Pooh! Nonsense!” said a voice which made all look up, to see the doctor climbing into the waggon.
He too examined the injuries, and exclaimed, “You are sure you saw some animal about to attack the ponies?”
“Yes, certain,” said Mark.