There was left finally upon the ground only David alone.
But when David did at last appear, the little girl burst into tears anew.
"Oh, Jack, he's killed--I know he's killed," she wailed.

"And he was so nice and--and pretty.

And now--look at him! Ain't he a sight ?" David was not killed, but he was--a sight.

His blouse was torn, his tie was gone, and his face and hands were covered with dirt and blood.
Above one eye was an ugly-looking lump, and below the other was a red bruise.

Somewhat dazedly he responded to the man's helpful hand, pulled himself upright, and looked about him.