One of the young man's hands hung limp and helpless.
"Are you hurt, sir ?" he asked.
Ferralti smiled, and his eyes rested upon Louise.
"A little, perhaps, Mr.Merrick; but it is unimportant.

The horses were frantic at the time and wrenched my wrist viciously as I tried to hold them.

I felt something snap; a small bone, perhaps.

But I am sure it is nothing of moment." "We'd better get back to Sorrento," said Uncle John, abruptly.
"Not on my account, I beg of you," returned Ferralti, quickly.

"We are half way to Amalfi now, and you may as well go on.