"Young Paine and Mr. Flippin are carrying her to the house. You are cut a bit. Let me tie up your head." The Major gave efficient first aid and after that Kemp got to his feet painfully. "Is Miss MacVeigh badly hurt?"
"She is conscious, and not in great pain. I'm not much of a prop to lean on, but I think we can make that hill together."
They climbed slowly, the man of crutches and the man with the bound-up head.
"It's like a little bit of over there, Kemp, isn't it?"
"Yes it is, sir—many's the time I've seen them helping each other—master and man."
When they got to the house, they found Madge on the sofa, and Mrs. Flippin bending over her. "My husband has gone for the doctor," she told the Major. "I think the blood comes from her hand; she must have put it up to save her face."
"I bent my head," murmured Madge, "and my hat was broad. Think what might have happened if I had worn a little hat."
She had started the sentence lightly but she stopped with a gasp of pain. "Oh—my foot——" she said, "the pain—is—dreadful——"
The Major drew up a chair, and handed his crutches to Randy. "If you'll let us take off your shoe, it might help till the doctor comes."