“In much pain?”
“Pretty tidy, sir. Sort o’ bad toothache like in my left ankle. Beg pardon, sir; are we going to wade the river?”
“Going to try, my lad.”
“That’s just what’ll set me up again. Had a sprained ankle once afore, and I used to sit on a high stool with my foot in the back-kitchen sink under the tap.”
“Cold water cure—eh, my lad?” said Drummond, smiling.
“That’s right, sir.”
“Steady there!” came from the front, where the leaders were hidden from those behind. “Steep rock-slope here.”
A rush and the breaking of twigs.
“Some one down,” cried Bracy excitedly. “Any one hurt?”
Splash! and the sound of a struggle in the water.