"Pretty sore, eh?"
"Some."
"I'm pretty sure it's not broken, but it looks like a pretty bad sprain and that's almost as bad," he announced as he started to draw on the sock.
"What'll we do?"
"Get back as soon as possible."
"But—but I can't walk."
"Of. course you can't, but I reckon I can carry you."
"Not down this mountain you can't."
"I'm going to anyhow."
Seeing that his brother was determined Jack made no further objection and, as soon as Bob had cached the two packs of meat in the branches of a nearby tree, he set about getting ready for the start.