"I don't think it is broken," he said, after feeling it carefully, "but I have no doubt it is a very bad sprain.

You can't walk for certain." "Then we shall have to carry her," said Madame De Lacy, and she turned to her son.
"I fear I can offer no assistance," said the lieutenant, pointing to his arm which was hanging limp at his side.
"Why, Albert, are you hurt?
What is the matter?
You are hurt!" cried his mother, anxiously.
"Not much, but I fear my arm is useless.

You might feel it," he said to Ranald.
Carefully Ranald passed his hand down the arm.
"Say nothing," whispered the lieutenant to him.

"It's broken.

Tie it up some way." Without a word Ranald stripped the bark of a birch tree, and making a case, laid the arm in it and bound it firmly with his silk handkerchief.
"We ought to have a sling," he said, turning to Kate.
"Here," said Madame De Lacy, untying a lace scarf from her neck, "take this." Kate took the scarf, and while Ranald held the arm in place she deftly made it into a sling.
"There," said the lieutenant, "that feels quite comfortable.