“It—it’s broken!” she faltered.
Joe took it tenderly in his hand.
“Only sprained, I think,” he said, gravely. “It needs attention at once, though; I must get you a doctor. Can you walk?”
“I think so.”
She struggled to her feet with his help, the red blood now surging into her pale cheeks, and making her, Joe thought, more beautiful than ever.
“Be careful!” he exclaimed, as she swayed. His arm was about her, so she did not fall.
“I—I guess I’m weaker than I thought,” she murmured. “But it isn’t because I’m injured—except my wrist. I think it must be the shock. Why, there’s Prince!” she added, as she saw the grazing horse. “He isn’t hurt!”
“No, I only stunned him with the stone I threw,” said Joe.
“Oh, and so you threw a stone at him, and stopped him?” She seemed in somewhat of a daze.