"Never mind!" he called
up the next instant. "I'm all right. Only, come down here! I've
twisted my foot somehow."
Armine scrambled round the rock over which he had fallen, a loose
stone having turned with him. He had pulled himself up, but even
with an arm round Armine's neck, he could not have walked a step on
even ground, far less on these rough debris, which were painful
walking even for the lightest, most springy tread.
"You must get to the inn and bring help," he said, sinking down with
a sigh.
"I suppose there's nothing else to be done," said Armine,
unwillingly. "You'll have a terrible time to wait, unless I meet
some one first. I'll be as quick as I can."
"Not too quick till you get off this place," said Jock, "or you'll be
down too, and here, help me off with this boot first."
This was not done quickly or easily. Jock was almost sick with the
pain of the effort, and the bruise looked serious. Armine tried to
make him comfortable, and set out, as he thought, in the right
direction, but he had hardly gone twenty steps before he came to a
sudden standstill with an emphatic "I say!" then came back repeating
"I say, Jock, we are close upon the glacier; I was as near as
possible going down into an awful blue crack!"
"That's why it's getting so cold," said Jock.
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