Miss Anderson was pulling at him with frantic hands.
"Oh, don't kill him! Please don't kill him!" she was crying.

"Kurt!--for my sake, don't kill him!" That last poignant appeal brought Kurt to his senses.

He let go of Nash.
He allowed the girl to lead him back.

Panting hard, he tried to draw a deep, full breath.
"Oh, he doesn't move!" whispered Lenore, with wide eyes on Nash.
"Miss Anderson--he's not--even insensible," panted Kurt.

"But he's licked--good and hard." The girl leaned against the side of the car, with a hand buried in her heaving breast.