“Yes, you must.—Now, Lynn, take one side; I’ll take the other.—Come, Wing; just for a minute. Up with you like a man.”
Wing gave each a piteous look, but said nothing, as he was again raised into a sitting position, and then allowed his arms to be drawn over his helpers’ shoulders as they bent down over him and rose together, brought him up standing, and held him there.
“Now then, you can feel that you are not broken to bits, Wing?” said Blunt.
“Yes; but hult velly bad.”
“Of course it hurt, Wing; but you’ll soon get better.”
“Get betteh? No go die and be bulied?”
“You’ll not die and be buried this time.—Do you see what saved him, Lynn?”
“Yes—of course. I see now. He must have come down upon those piled-up silk-bales.”
“To be sure; and they are so yielding and springy that they threw him off again so that he fell on to the stones inside.”
“Yes,” said Wing piteously; “tumblee all togetheh. Come bump, bump on silk-bales. Flow um off again on to stones and bang back dleadful bad.”