Habitually both curious and wary, he waited till they came within the radius of a lamp; then, seeing them to be those of Miltoun and a footman, supporting between them a lame man, he at once hastened forward.
"Have you put your knee out, sir?
Hold on a minute! Get a chair, Charles." Seating the stranger in this chair, Bertie rolled up the trouser, and passed his fingers round the knee.

There was a sort, of loving-kindness in that movement, as of a hand which had in its time felt the joints and sinews of innumerable horses.
"H'm!" he said; "can you stand a bit of a jerk?
Catch hold of him behind, Eustace.

Sit down on the floor, Charles, and hold the legs of the chair.

Now then!" And taking up the foot, he pulled.

There was a click, a little noise of teeth ground together; and Bertie said: "Good man--shan't have to have the vet.