I'm giddy, and feel sick.

I didn't notice it so much when I was hot and all in the fight, but it's very painful now.

Would you mind putting your arm round me?
I feel as if I should fall off." "My poor brave boy!" said the old man gently, as he supported the wounded lad.

"There, only a little farther.

Ah! Hoi! Rugg! Dummy Rugg! Here, quick!" The lad, who was perched upon a block of stone half-way up the zigzag, evidently watching for his young master's return, sprang down and came running to them.
"What's the matter ?" he cried hoarsely.