That's the only reason I'll go, though! You believe that, don't you ?" "Of course I do!" said Boris.

"Haven't you proved what sort you are, when you risked your life to try to help me to get away at the parsonage?
Go! Hurry! Get this coat and helmet off me!" So Fred set to work.

He had to move Boris to get the coat off, and the Russian groaned with the pain of his broken leg.

Fred dared not wait, now that he had made up his mind to fly, even to see the extent of the injury, much less to apply first aid.

Had there been time, he might have made Boris comfortable, for, like all well trained Boy Scouts, he understood the elementary principles of bandaging and had made more than one temporary setting in splints for broken bones.