CHAPTER XIII.
LAID UP.
"You must see a surgeon, whatever the risk," Lucy said when the others joined them, for now that it was light she could see by the paleness of Vincent's face, and the drawn expression of the mouth, how much he had suffered.
"You have made so light of your wound that we have not thought of it half as much as we ought to do, and you must have thought me terribly heartless to be laughing and talking when you were in such pain.

But it will never do to go on like this; it is quite impossible for you to be traveling so far without having your shoulder properly attended to." "I should certainly be glad to have it looked to," Vincent replied.

"I don't know whether the bullet's there or if it has made its way out, and if that could be seen to, and some splints or something of that sort put on to keep things in their right place, no doubt I should be easier; but I don't see how it is to be managed.

At any rate, for the present we must go on, and I would much rather that you said nothing about it.
There it is, and fretting over it won't do it any good, while if you talk of other things I may forget it sometimes." In two hours they came upon the railway, whose course lay diagonally across that they were taking.

They followed it until they caught sight of the houses of Mount Pleasant, some two miles away, and then crossed it.