"Near broke rib--not quite.

Took wind out and made great deal sick.

Want good supper, hot coffee--rub in bear's grease, then be better!" Rod, who had opened his eyes, smiled faintly and Wabi gave a half-shout of delight.
"Not so bad as we thought, eh, Rod ?" he cried.

"You can't fool Muky! If he says your arm isn't broken--why, it _isn't_, and that's all there is to it.

Let me bolster you up in these blankets and we'll soon have a supper that will sizzle the aches out of you.