Chapter Forty Four.
Open-Air Surgery.
“Griggs!” shouted Chris excitedly.
“Why, there you are! The doctor’s gone the other way to see if he could find a gully by which he could climb up to try and find you. I came this way. Same purpose, and I’ve got all the luck. Take care! Mind! These stones are slippery.”
“Yes, I’ll mind,” said Chris, as he descended the rocks backwards. “This is nothing; but hadn’t you better run and tell father you’ve found me?”
“Nay! I’m not going to brag. I didn’t find you; you seem to have found me. Then you haven’t broken your neck?”
“No.”
“How many legs are snapped?”
“None,” said Chris, who threatened to break one directly, so reckless was his progress.