“Horribly,” said Griggs, giving Chris a comical look.
“Let’s go, then. Put your foot as lightly as you can to the ground, and lean on me. We must get out of bowshot as quickly as we can.”
“Tchah! Only my nonsense, doctor,” said Griggs cheerily. “My faintness is the same as squire’s here. We want our breakfast horribly.”
“Oh,” cried the doctor, smiling. “I was afraid it was from your wound. I don’t wonder that you are faint, Chris. But one moment, boy, do you think the Indians can lower themselves down over the edge of the cliff?”
“No, father; not unless they are ready to drop as I did.”
“How far?”
“Can’t tell,” said Chris, with an involuntary shudder. “It was rather horrible, and I wonder I wasn’t killed.”
“And I wonder too,” said the doctor solemnly. “I don’t think that they will dare to descend in the daytime, for they will be afraid that we are waiting to fire at all who show; so come on. Are you sure you can walk, Griggs?”
“Walk, sir? I should like to run.”
“But your leg must smart.”