And he remembered feeling his own hand held fast in the two hands of his little champion.
The next thing he was conscious of was that he was in his own bed, with his arm firmly bound beside him, and the friendly face of Dr Brandram bent over him.
"That's better, isn't it, old fellow ?" said the latter.

"It's a wonder it was only the arm.

You must keep quiet now, for you shipped a lot of water, and were a quarter drowned into the bargain." "What about Roger ?" "He'll do now--at least I hope so.

I was concerned about him at first, but he came round.

I envy you your plunge.