ause he knew there was not going to be even that. I guess I''d counted on that, he said.
Do you suppose Pablo took it Don''t be silly. You must have lost it at the bridge. "Come on now, Jordan," he said. "Over you go."
Then he took hold of his left leg with both hands and pulled on it hard, pulling toward the foot while he lay down beside the tree he had been resting his back against. Then lying flat and pulling hard on the leg, so the broken end of the bone would not come up and cut through the thigh, he turned slowly around on his rump until the back of his head was facing downhill. Then with his broken leg, held by both hands, uphill, he put the sole of his right foot against the instep of his left foot and pressed hard while he rolled, sweating, over onto his face and chest. He got onto his elbows, stretched the left leg well behind him with both hands and a far, sweating, push with the right foot and there he was. He felt with his fingers on the left thigh and it was all right. The bone end had not punctured the skin and the broken end was well into the muscle now.
The big nerve must have been truly smashed when that damned horse rolled on it, he thought. It truly doesn''t hurt at all. Except now in certain changes of positions. That''s when the bone pinches something else. You see he said. You see what luck is You didn''t need the giant killer at all.