But with a tremendous effort the prostrate Jeffreys swung him back onto the track.
"Are you hurt ?" he called.
"My arm," said Percy.

"I'm afraid I can't get on.

I'll try." But the attempt only called up a fresh exclamation of pain.
"We must wait," said Jeffreys.

"Try to sit up, old fellow.

I'll help you." It was evident that the boy's arm, if not broken, was so severely damaged as to render it powerless.
"I could stay here, I think," said he, "if you went on, Jeff." "Nonsense!" said Jeffreys; "we'll send Julius to fetch help.