It's a nasty wound, but it will soon get right again.

I'm not a doctor, but I know the bone is not broken." "I did not understand you at first," said the young engineer then.

"You think I have been carrying a gun, and shot myself ?" "Yes, but never mind now," said Mrs Winthorpe, kindly.

"I don't think you ought to talk." "No," was the reply; "I will not say much; but I think Mr Winthorpe ought to know.

Some one shot me as I was coming across the fen." "What!" cried Dick.
"Shot you!" said the squire.
"Yes.