"What is the matter?
what is the matter ?" cried Edouard, running to him.
"Oh! oh! cut my foot.

Oh!" Edouard looked, and turned sick, for there was a gash right through Dard's shoe, and the blood welling up through it.

But, recovering himself by an effort of the will, he cried out, "Courage, my lad! don't give in.

Thank Heaven there's no artery there.

Oh, dear, it is a terrible cut! Let us get you home, that is the first thing.