Now then." "Stop a minute," said Tom, who had picked up a handful of moss, and was rubbing one hand.

"I--it's warm and sticky, and--oh, Dick, he's bleeding." Dick lowered the insensible man down again, and, shuddering with horror, stepped to his companion's side.
Then kneeling down he tried to examine the spot pointed out by Tom, to find out as well as was possible in the dim light that the constable was bleeding freely from one leg.
"Dick, what shall we do ?" cried Tom piteously.
"Why, what would anybody do if he had cut his finger ?" cried Dick manfully, as he undid his neckcloth and doubled it afresh.
"I don't know," cried Tom, who was sadly scared.
"You don't know! Suppose you had cut your finger, wouldn't you tie it up ?" "Yes, I suppose so," faltered Tom, whom the situation had completely unnerved.
"Take off his neckerchief while I tie this on," said Dick, whom the emergency had rendered more helpful.

"How can he have hurt himself like this ?" As he spoke he busied himself in tightly bandaging the man's leg, and added to the bandage the cotton cloth that Tom handed to him.
"I think that has stopped it," said Dick.

"Now then, we must carry him down." "But we shall sink into the bog with him," faltered Tom.
"No, we sha'n't if we are careful.

Now, then, are you ready ?" "I don't like to try and lift him now," said Tom.