“Had it, sir, thank ye.”
“See anything?”
“Yes, sir. There’s three lots o’ them Dwats down low there—six or seven hundred of ’em, I should say.”
“Ah!” cried Bracy, rising quickly into a sitting position, but yielding to an agonising pain and letting himself sink back with a groan.
“Hurt yer, sir?” said Gedge commiseratingly.
“Horribly. But tell me; have I been asleep?”
“Hours and hours, sir. It’s just sundown. I was in hopes you’d be better, sir.”
“I am, Gedge. I was in a horrible state before. My brain seemed numbed.”
“No wonder, sir, lying in the snow all night; but you talk quite straight now.”
“Did I seem incoherent before?” said Bracy excitedly.