"No, it's not that ... it's all up with me ... look how the blood trickles!"
And Hopeful raised his hand to Jig-Leg's face, all bespattered with something dark. The other looked askance at it, and then, lowering his voice, asked:
"What's to be done?"
"You go on ... I'll remain here ... I may rest a bit."
"Where shall I go? Suppose I go to the village and say there's a man in the forest taken bad?"
"No ... they'd kill me."
"If they get the chance."
Hopeful fell upon his back, coughed a hollow cough, and vomited a whole quantity of blood.
[5] A rook.
"How goes it?" inquired Jig-Leg, standing over him, but looking the other way.