He was still deplorably giddy, and his legs showed an unpleasing tendency to crumple.

"I'm fair done," he moaned.

"You see, I've been tied up all day to a tree and had two sore bashes on my head.

Get you on that bicycle and hurry on, and I'll hirple after you the best I can.

I'll direct you the road, and if you're lucky you'll find a Die-Hard about the village.