Fallen logs and tangled tussocks of undergrowth conspired to trip them up at every turn. “Over here!” called a weak male voice. “I’m hurt.” Rex and Helen picked up speed and found Cuthbert in a clearing slumped against a gnarled tree stump. “What happened?” Rex demanded. Cuthbert raised his head. “I sprained my ankle when I fell into a blasted bog. I’ve been stuck here waiting for a search party. Where the devil have you been? I need to get this ankle on ice before it puffs up.” “Did you shoot at that stag?” Rex asked, quite willing to leave Cuthbert in his misery for a while longer. “I did not. I heard voices in the forest and fired off a shot to alert you as to where I was. I haven’t seen any bloody deer all day.” “Have you seen Donnie?” “No, now get me up and out of here.
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