No, it's a joint business, and we have both a right to be proud of it.

Now let us fasten him on my horse; but before we do that, you must bind up my shoulder somehow.
In spite of my thick doublet he has bit me very sharply.

But first let us see to this poor fellow.

I fear he is dead." It was soon seen that nothing could be done for the woodman, who had been killed almost instantly.

Harry, therefore, proceeded to cut off Ernest's coat-sleeve and bathed the wound.