“Oh, yes, sir,” said the man bitterly, “I’m hurt. Just my luck.”
“Hold the lantern lower,” said Dick, going down on one knee.
“Take care, sir; he’ll kick you,” cried the sergeant.
“Yah!” roared the prisoner, turning to the speaker savagely.
“He won’t kick,” said Dick coolly, bending over to take the man’s ankle between his hands after turning up the trouser-leg.
“Well?” said Wyatt quickly.
“Bad sprain, and swelling up already,” said Dick quietly.
“Fetch the ambulance,” said Captain Hulton, who had come up on seeing the lights stationary.
“Oh, I can hop back to the cells, Captain,” said the prisoner in a voice full of bravado.
“Silence, sir!”