Arriving at the edge of a somewhat deep pit, he tried to leap across with a single bound, but, whether he made a false start, or that he was weakened and dizzy with the conflicting emotions with which he had been battling, he missed his footing and fell, twisting his ankle, on the side of the embankment.

He rose with an effort and put his foot to the ground, but a sharp pain obliged him to lean against the trunk of a neighboring ash-tree.

His foot felt as heavy as lead, and every time he tried to straighten it his sufferings were intolerable.

All he could do was to drag himself along from one tree to another until he reached the path.
Exhausted by this effort; he sat down on the grass, unbuttoned his gaiter, and carefully unlaced his boot.

His foot had swollen considerably.