Mike was by his side in a moment.
"Where are you hurt, master ?" "In the left wrist, I fancy.

By the way the hand hangs down, it must have smashed both bones.

However, there is no time to wait, now.

It is a matter of life and death to get to Diepenbeck." "One moment, your honour.

Let me put your hand into the breast of your coatee; then, if you keep your elbow tight against your body, it will keep it steady." Although Mike carried out his suggestion as gently as he could, Desmond almost fainted with pain.
"Take a drop of brandy from your flask, master.