I can't hardly walk, my arm hurts so." Mr.Little, with his bandages and his hobble, had joined in the expedition, and was not to be deterred until faintness overcame him and he dropped by the wayside.

He was taken in and given a warm chair before the fire.

One long look at Bonner and the newcomer lapsed into a stubborn pout.

He groaned occasionally and made much ado over his condition, but sourly resented any approach at sympathy.

Finally he fell asleep in the chair, his last speech being to the effect that he was going home early in the morning if he had to drag himself every foot of the way.