The men there saw her before she struck.

They kept signalling till it fell dark.
They had sent off before that." She drew back, shrinking against the dresser as the lamplight fell on the stranger.

Taffy turned and stared too.

The man's face was running with blood; and looking at his own hands he saw that they also were scarlet.
He helped the poor wretch to a chair.
"Bandages: can you manage ?" She nodded, and stepped to a cupboard.
The sailor began to wail again like an infant.
"See--above the temple here: the cut isn't serious." Taffy took down a lantern and lit it.

The candle shone red through the smears his fingers left on the horn panes.