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He
was
able
to
reach
the
pecân
upon
his
hands
and
knees
;
though
the
effort
caused
agony
.
With
his
crutch
he
succeeded
in
detaching
some
of
the
nuts
;
and
on
these
broke
his
fast
.
What
was
the
next
step
to
be
taken
?
To
stir
away
from
the
spot
was
simply
impossible
.
The
slightest
movement
gave
him
pain
;
at
the
same
time
assuring
him
of
his
utter
inability
to
go
anywhere
.
He
was
still
uncertain
as
to
the
nature
of
the
injuries
he
had
sustained
--
more
especially
that
in
his
leg
,
which
was
so
swollen
that
he
could
not
well
examine
it
.
He
supposed
it
to
be
either
a
fracture
of
the
knee-cap
,
or
a
dislocation
of
the
joint
.
In
either
case
,
it
might
be
days
before
he
could
use
the
limb
;
and
what
,
meanwhile
,
was
he
to
do
?
He
had
but
little
expectation
of
any
one
coming
that
way
.
He
had
shouted
himself
hoarse
;
and
though
,
at
intervals
,
he
still
continued
to
send
forth
a
feeble
cry
,
it
was
but
the
intermittent
effort
of
hope
struggling
against
despair
.
There
was
no
alternative
but
stay
where
he
was
;
and
,
satisfied
of
this
,
he
stretched
himself
along
the
sward
,
with
the
resolve
to
be
as
patient
as
possible
.
It
required
all
the
stoicism
of
his
nature
to
bear
up
against
the
acute
agony
he
was
enduring
.
Nor
did
he
endure
it
altogether
in
silence
.
At
intervals
it
elicited
a
groan
.
Engrossed
by
his
sufferings
,
he
was
for
a
while
unconscious
of
what
was
going
on
around
him
.
Still
above
him
wheeled
the
black
birds
;
but
he
had
become
accustomed
to
their
presence
,
and
no
longer
regarded
it
--
not
even
when
,
at
intervals
,
some
of
them
swooped
so
near
,
that
he
could
hear
the
"
wheep
"
of
their
wings
close
to
his
ears
.
