“No,” said Jack stoically.
“Don’t be afraid, my boy; be a man. Now where was it?”
“I won’t be afraid,” replied Jack. “I won’t mind the knife, father.”
“Quick! Show me. Where was the wound?” exclaimed Mr Rogers.
“I don’t know. It bit at me twice,” replied Jack; “somewhere below the knee.”
“These creatures’ teeth are like needles,” said Mr Rogers. “Look, Dick; can you see? two tiny punctures together?”
“Would it bleed, father?” said Dick.
“Most likely not.”
“I don’t see the wound, father.”
“Nor I, my boy; but my head swims, and I feel giddy. It is as if there was a mist before my eyes. Oh, my boy! my boy!”