When Peter brought in a trailing tangle of them, and two boards for splints, Phyllis was excitedly giggling.
"Now, then," he said, and lay down on the settle, groaning most grievously.
"Not so loud!" said Bobbie, beginning to wind the rope round him and the settle.

"You pull, Phil." "Not so tight," moaned Peter.

"You'll break my other leg." Bobbie worked on in silence, winding more and more rope round him.
"That's enough," said Peter.

"I can't move at all.

Oh, my poor leg!" He groaned again.
"SURE you can't move ?" asked Bobbie, in a rather strange tone.
"Quite sure," replied Peter.