For the rest, she was quite young--about twenty, tall and finely formed.

Presently he felt a little better, and, creeping towards her (for he was sadly knocked about), took her hand and began to chafe it between his own.

It was a well-formed hand, but brown, and showed signs of doing plenty of hard work.

Soon she opened her eyes, and he noted with satisfaction that they were very good eyes, blue in colour.

Then she sat up and laughed a little.
"Well, I am silly," she said; "I believe I fainted." "It is not much to be wondered at," said John Niel politely, and lifting his hand to take off his hat, only to find that it had gone in the fray.
"I hope you are not very much hurt by the bird." "I don't know," she said doubtfully.