"My leg is sprained," he groaned; "but the worst of it is, Jupiter is dead.
At first they thought it was broken, but finally decided that it was only sprained, and must be bandaged.
So I must be lame, and so I sprained my ankle--for the angel-horses have ankles--they don't talk horse-slang up there--and it hurt me very much, I assure you, Diamond, though you mayn't be good enough to be able to believe it."