"I was afraid that you were killed!" "I feel pretty near it," said Fritz, although he spoke now in a stronger tone, Eric having partly raised him up, by putting his arm under his neck.

"Gently, laddie, gently," he called out, however, as his brother lifted him, "my poor back hurts fearfully!" "I thought it was your leg, Fritz, for it is bleeding awfully.

Your trousers are wet with blood!" "That's nothing, laddie--nothing to speak of," said Fritz.
"Oh, isn't it ?" cried the other, who had been busily cutting away the trouser leg and stocking with his sheath knife.

"Why, the bullet has gone through the fleshy part of your calf." "I wish it had gone through the horny part of that horrid old goat," said Fritz grimly, smiling at his own joke, which made Eric laugh.
"The old brute! But, you would go after him, you know." "Yes; still, I am suffering now, and perhaps justly, for not leaving the poor animal alone.

He never harmed me before I tried to harm him, so it only serves me right! It's a bad job, Eric; I'm afraid I shan't be able to get down to the hut again.