'What's the matter?' asked Montague. 'Is anybody hurt?'
'Ecod!' said Jonas, 'it don't seem so. There are no bones broken, after
all.'
They raised him, and he tried to walk. He was a good deal shaken, and
trembled very much. But with the exception of a few cuts and bruises
this was all the damage he had sustained.
'Cuts and bruises, eh?' said Jonas. 'We've all got them. Only cuts and
bruises, eh?'
'I wouldn't have given sixpence for the gentleman's head in half-a-dozen
seconds more, for all he's only cut and bruised,' observed the post-boy.
'If ever you're in an accident of this sort again, sir; which I hope
you won't be; never you pull at the bridle of a horse that's down, when
there's a man's head in the way. That can't be done twice without there
being a dead man in the case; it would have ended in that, this time, as
sure as ever you were born, if I hadn't come up just when I did.'
Jonas replied by advising him with a curse to hold his tongue, and to go
somewhere, whither he was not very likely to go of his own accord. But
Montague, who had listened eagerly to every word, himself diverted the
subject, by exclaiming: 'Where's the boy?'
'Ecod! I forgot that monkey,' said Jonas.
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