“Then some more came down from up above,” continued Mark, “and two more got up again, and the odds seemed to be too great, and we retreated.”
“And very wisely too,” said Master Rayburn. “But let me look at your hurt, Mark, lad.—Tut-tut! soaked with blood.—Wound in the thigh.”
“Ah! Don’t touch it,” shouted the lad. “You hurt.”
“This must be seen to, my dear boy. I’ll come home with you and dress it.”
“Yes do, please. It makes me wriggle like a worm on a hook; but he’s hurt too.”
“Yes, I see. Roughly-bandaged, but, tut-tut-tut—why, the sword thrust has gone through. There is blood on both sides.”
“But it’s only through the skin, I think,” said Ralph.
“Only through the skin, my lad! It must be worse than that. But the other side? You paid them for this, I hope.”
“Oh yes, we gave them as much as we could, but we didn’t kill any one.”
“But we saw them carrying one away,” said Ralph.