Then he pulled back the covering, and turned away.
"Well, well, what is it ?" croaked Dunwody hoarsely, half-rising on his crumpled pillow.

Jamieson did not reply.

"I fell, out there in the hall.

Weight must have come on the bad place in the leg.

I think the bone snapped." "I think so too! That mightn't have been so bad--but then you stood a while on that bad leg, eh?
Now look here, Dunwody; do you know what shape you are in now ?" "No, I only know it hurts." "If that leg were mine, do you know what I'd do with it ?" "No; but it isn't yours." "Well, I'd have it off--as quick as it could come, that's all.