" But no bones broken, sir, I hope, " said Stubb with true concern.

“不过，我希望骨头没断，先生。”斯塔布由衷关切地说。

Well, and what then? He might still have got clear, but, as it chanced, he had fallen awkwardly as could be—no bones broken, as far as he could tell, but twisted somehow, and unable to drag himself out.

那么，然后呢？他可能还算清醒，但碰巧的是，他笨拙地摔倒了——据他所知，没有骨折，但不知何故扭曲了，无法将自己拖出来。