She saw a red stain on the hand she had laid upon the cowboy's face, and with a strange, hot, bursting sensation, strong and thrilling, she put that red place to her lips.
Running out with the things required by Wade, she was in time to hear the rancher say, "Looks hurt bad, to me." "Yes, I reckon," replied Wade.
While Columbine held Moore's head upon her lap the hunter bathed the bloody face.

It was battered and bruised and cut, and in some places, as fast as Wade washed away the red, it welled out again.
Columbine watched that quiet face, while her heart throbbed and swelled with emotions wholly beyond her control and understanding.

When at last Wilson opened his eyes, fluttering at first, and then wide, she felt a surge that shook her whole body.

He smiled wanly at her, and at Wade, and then his gaze lifted to Belllounds.
"I guess--he licked me," he said, in weak voice.

"He kept kicking my sore foot--till I fainted.