Edgar Wallace,
Bones — VI The Soul of the Native Woman
(1915)
“ Bones was making distressful grimaces."How would you like a lion to stick his finger in your eye?" asked Hamilton severely; "and, by the way, Bones, I have to thank you."He rose solemnly, took the hand of his reluctant and embarrassed second and wrung."Thank you," said Hamilton, in a broken voice, "for saving my life.""Oh, I say, sir," began Bones feebly."To carry a man eighty miles on your back is no mean accomplishment, Bones—especially when I was unconscious——""I don't say you were unconscious, sir. In fact, sir——" floundered Lieutenant Tibbetts as red as a peony. ”
