The pony followed them like a dog, holding out its muzzle to Chris from time to time, and uttering as soon as he was caressed a piteous sigh. But he did not wince till they were close up to the slope, where the doctor asked for bucket, water, and sponge, and began his attentions, with Chris’s help, to the suffering, badly-injured beast.
Chapter Forty Six.
A Patient Patient.
“I wonder you are both alive,” said the doctor gravely, as he began to make a careful examination of the mustang. “The height of those cliffs is far greater than I expected.”
Chris’s eyes danced with glee, for he was beginning more and more to forget his injuries in his delight at recovering his pony.
“But we only fell a bit at a time, father,” he said merrily.
“I suppose not,” said the doctor dryly. “But now, can you help me a little, or are you too full of aches and pains?”
“You mean with the pony, father? Oh yes, I’m going to help. He’ll be so much quieter if I stand with him.”