Jimmy pondered. Since the evening was very cold, he thought it strange Stannard had pulled off his coat. Then he saw somebody had put over him a coat that was not his.
"Why have you given me your clothes?" he asked.
"For one thing, I didn't fall about forty feet."
"If I had fallen forty feet, I'd have got smashed. It's obvious!"
"Perhaps you hit the side of the gully and rolled down, but it's not important. When one gets a jolt like yours the shock's as bad as the local injury. Are you cold?"
"I'm horribly cold, but although I heard stones not long since I don't think I got hit."
"The stones run down the middle and I pulled you against the rock."
"You're a good sort," Jimmy remarked. "Deering's a good sort. To know he's not hurt is some relief."
Stannard said nothing and Jimmy asked for a cigarette. Stannard gave him a cigarette and a light, but after a few moments he let it drop.
"The tobacco's not good," he said, dully, and began to muse.