I'm sorry, you know.

See! Where there's smoke there's fire--I mean, where there's blood there's a wound.

I'm done for, in other words." "Done for?
Oh, you're not--not going to die! Are you hurt?
Why didn't you tell me ?" Whereupon she dropped to her knees at his side, her dark eyes searching his intently, despair in them until the winning smile struggled back into his.

The captives chuckled audibly.

"What can I--what shall I do?
Oh, why don't those men come! It must be noon or--" "It's barely six A.M., Miss Gray.