All this was the work of a minute.
“No bones broken, I hope,” said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went.
“All right,” replied Sheppard, with affected indifference.
“It's a mercy you both escaped!” ejaculated Wood, only just finding his tongue. “I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. How came you, Sir,” he continued, addressing Sheppard, “to venture upon that frame. I always told you some accident would happen.”
“Don't scold him, father,” interposed Thames; “he's been frightened enough already.”
“Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more,” returned Wood. “You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?” he added, anxiously.
“Only sprained it a little, that's all,” answered Thames; “the pain will go off presently.”
“Then you are hurt,” cried the carpenter in alarm. “Come down stairs directly, and let your mother look at your wrist. She has an excellent remedy for a sprain. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and mind you don't get into further mischief.”
“Hadn't Jack better go with us?” said Thames. “His shin may need rubbing.”
“By no means,” rejoined Wood, hastily. “A little suffering will do him good. I meant to give him a drubbing. That bruise will answer the same purpose.”