The injury proved to be a compound fracture of the right leg, and Nestor shook his head gravely as he inspected it.

Little could be done save to force the shattered bones back into place and bind the whole up firmly.
The acute pain of the operation and the stimulating drink that was given him caused Scoby to open his eyes and, screaming with the agony of the injury, look about the room.

His pale features contorted with rage or some other strong emotion, as he looked upon the renegade.

Big Bob eyed the fellow malevolently.
"You chaps appear to know each other pretty well," Nestor said, glancing from one to the other.

"It would be interesting to know where and when, and under what circumstances, you last met." The wounded men glared at each other but made no reply.