painting in oil

'Can I do anything?' I asked again.
'You must just stand on one side,' he answered as he rose, first to
his knees, and then to his feet. I did; whereupon began a heaving,
stamping, clattering process, accompanied by a barking and baying
which removed me effectually some yards' distance; but I would not
be driven quite away till I saw the event. This was finally fortunate;
the horse was re-established, and the dog was silenced with a 'Down,
Pilot!' The traveller now, stooping, felt his foot and leg, as trying whether they were sound; apparently something ailed them, for
he halted to the stile whence I had just risen, and sat down.
I was in the mood for being useful, or at least officious, I think,
for I now drew near him again.
'If you are hurt, and want help, sir, I can fetch some one either
from Thornfield Hall or from Hay.'
'Thank you: I shall do: I have no broken bones,- only a sprain;'
and again he stood up and tried his foot, but the result extorted an
involuntary 'Ugh!'
Something of daylight still lingered, and the moon was waxing