“Now,” said Blunt; “both together. Lift.”
Wing uttered a louder groan than ever as he was drawn right up into a sitting posture and lowered down again.
“Did that hurt much?”
“Oh, velly, velly much!” said Wing, with the tears trickling down his plump face.
“Yes, you are a good deal shaken, Wing, my man, but you are not broken in half.”
“Misteh Blunt suah?”
“Yes, quite,” replied Blunt. “You have had a wonderful escape from being killed. You are hurt, of course, but I believe that if you were helped you could stand right up.”
“Wing velly much ’flaid.”
“I suppose so, but you are going to try.”
“Must?”