'Don't be alarmed, my man; if I do I will set it again.'
'Let me have that rope!' he exclaimed, as he made violent efforts to spring up and catch the cord that was straining his sinews; efforts ten times more hopeless and unavailing than those of Milton's giant,
'Under the weight of mountains buried deep.'
'There, lie still; you must not exert yourself. Do not try to draw your thigh up; we will take care of that.' Let it go as if you had nothing to do with it. Mr. R——, lift up a little more, as you are a true surgeon.'
'Oh, I shall die!' gasped the cruciated wretch.
'My good friend, you came here to have your thigh put back in its place, and you must be patient. You cannot expect it to be returned without pain.'
'I know; but wait till to-morrow; or let me rest myself for an hour or two, and then I shall feel refreshed, and be better able to bear it.'
'You may go to sleep, if you wish, my good fellow. I should be glad to have you.'
'But he could not well go in stays,' observed one of the walkers, in a low tone, to his neighbor.