“Not he,” said Diggs, getting leisurely off the table; “it's all sham; he's only afraid to fight it out.”
[Original]
East was as frightened as Tom. Diggs lifted Flashman's head, and he groaned.
“What's the matter?” shouted Diggs.
“My skull's fractured,” sobbed Flashman.
“Oh, let me run for the housekeeper!” cried Tom. “What shall we do?”
“Fiddlesticks! It's nothing but the skin broken,” said the relentless Diggs, feeling his head. “Cold water and a bit of rag's all he'll want.”
“Let me go,” said Flashman surlily, sitting up; “I don't want your help.”
“We're really very sorry—” began East.