You must squeeze in somewhere.

Gwenda has had a narrow escape, and this young fellow has hurt his wrist in saving her.

A very brave young man! Mercy we were not all killed, I'm sure!" "I'll attend to them both when we get to Nantmyny," said Dr.Jones.
"Keep her foot in that position, and be as quiet as possible, young man," said the colonel, and Will, though he resented the tone and the "young man," still felt a glow of satisfaction at the turn affairs had taken.
To have sat in the Nantmyny carriage! What a story to tell Ann and his father! and Will felt as they drove through the lodge gates that the charm of the situation outweighed the twinges of pain in his arm.
Gwenda Vaughan, recovering a little, smiled at him gratefully.
"Thank you so much for holding up my foot," she said.

"It is easier so.

I am sorry you have hurt your wrist.