“Yes, yes, of course,” said the doctor. “Keep still, sir, or you’ll cut yourself.”
“I have cut myself, and it’s a-bleeding,” said the boy. “Look here, if one of you goes inside this place, and holds up that big long prop, I can put my foot in the fork at the end, and climb up again.”
“Get a ladder quickly, Copestake, and call the groom.”
“Yes, sir,” said Dan’l; and he went off grumbling, while the doctor seized the prop, and went into the vinery.
“Are you much hurt, Dexter?” said Helen sympathisingly.
“I d’know,” he replied. “It hurts a bit. I slipped, and went through.”
“Now, sir, keep your legs still,” cried the doctor from inside, as he raised the prop.
“All right,” said the boy, and the next moment one of his feet rested in the fork of the ash prop; but, though the prisoner struggled, and the doctor pushed, there was no result.
“I wants some one to lend a hand up here,” said Dexter.
“If I try I shall break some more glass. Is that old chap coming back—him as poked me!”