Harry replaced his pistol and stooped over the fallen man.
"Are you badly hurt ?" he asked.
"No, I think not, but I do not know.

I think I slipped down; but they would have killed me had you not arrived." "Well, let me get you to your feet," Harry said, holding out his hands, but with a feeling of some disgust at the abject fear expressed in the tones of the man's voice.

He was indeed trembling so that even when Harry hauled him to his feet he could scarcely stand.
"You had better lean against the wall for a minute or two to recover yourself," Harry said.

"I see you have your coat cut on the shoulder, and are bleeding pretty freely, but it is nothing to be frightened about.

If you will give me your handkerchief I will bind it up for you." Harry unbuttoned the man's coat, for his hands shook so much that he was unable to do so, pulled the arm out of the sleeve, and tied the bandage tightly round the shoulder.