“I say,” he whispered, “I caught you!”
“That you didn’t!” said Phil, indignantly.
“Well, nearly. But what’s the matter with my leg?”
“Broke,” said Phil, in a whisper.
“That all?” said the boy, coolly. “Well, then, I sha’n’t be able to walk.”
“No,” said Phil, in a hurried whisper. “You’re to be in hospital, and he says I’m to be your nurse.”
“Who? The doctor?”
“Yes, sir,” said that individual, sharply. “Your right leg’s broken just below the knee, and you may think yourself very lucky it wasn’t your neck.”
Phil turned upon him an indignant look which made the doctor stare.