“You’d better go home, Craddock,” said the surgeon. “I expect you’re a bit shaken up.”
“Go home be damned. Confound!” As he tried to mount, Edward felt a pain at the top of his chest. “I believe I’ve broken something.”
The surgeon went up and helped him off with his coat. He twisted Edward’s arm.
“Does that hurt?”
“A bit.”
“You’ve broken your collar-bone,” said the surgeon, after a moment’s examination.
“I thought I’d smashed something. How long will it take to mend?”
“Only three weeks. You needn’t be alarmed.”
“I’m not alarmed, but I suppose I shall have to give up hunting for at least a month.”
Edward was driven to Dr. Ramsay, who bandaged him and sent him back to Court Leys. Bertha was surprised to see him in a dogcart. Edward by now had recovered his good temper, and explained the occurrence, laughing.