But before the girl had time to ponder what it was, or wherefore, round the corner came somebody, running very swiftly.
In a moment Mary saw that this man had been shot at, and was making for his life away; and to give him every chance she jerked her pony aside, and called and beckoned; and without a word he flew to her.

Words were beyond him, till his breath should come back, and he seemed to have no time to wait for that.

He had outstripped the wind, and his own wind, by his speed.
"Poor man!" cried Mary Anerley, "what a hurry you are in! But I suppose you can not help it.

Are they shooting at you ?" The runaway nodded, for he could not spare a breath, but was deeply inhaling for another start, and could not even bow without hinderance.
But to show that he had manners, he took off his hat.

Then he clapped it on his head and set off again.
"Come back!" cried the maid; "I can show you a place.