"It was a nasty knock-out." "I--I'm all right," she told him breathlessly.

"Where--where is Hector ?" "If you mean your animal," he said in the slow, grim way which she began to remember as his, "he is probably well on his way home by now.
He'll be all right," he added.

"The gate from this field into the road is open." "Oh!" The faintness was overcoming her again as she tried to stand.

She clutched and held his arm.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.