And he derived considerable comfort from the thought that, if his leg should never be any use any more, his Uncle Andy would at least be stricken with remorse.
Then, as the tenth minute dragged its enormous, trailing length along, came that terrible feeling already alluded to--that he must either move or burst.

With poignant self-pity he argued the two desperate alternatives within his soul.

But, fortunately for him, before he felt himself obliged to come to any final decision, something happened, and his pain and doubts were forgotten.
Two big yellow-gray snowshoe rabbits came hopping lazily past, one just ahead of the other.

One jumped clean over Uncle Andy's out-stretched feet, as if they were of no account or interest whatever to a rabbit.
The other stopped and thumped vigorously on the ground with his strong hind foot.

At this signal the first one also stopped.