"Is it very sore?" he asked.
"Not so very. Let's see if I can stand on it."
"Better wait a bit."
"But—"
"No buts. You'll only injure it if you tax it now."
Jack knew that Bob was speaking the truth and did not press the point.
"Don't you think, Bob, that you ought to go hunt for Lucky?" he asked a little later.
"And leave you here?"
"I'd be all right."
"I'm not so sure about that."