She lifted one hand in weak caress, gently touching his cheek with her white fingers.
"Oh, please don't, senor.

Eet hurt me mooch to see you feel dat bad.
Sure eet does.

Eet vas not de balls vat hurt--no, no! I know dey not reach to you eef dey hit me de first.

Eet joys me to do dat--sure eet does." "Little g-girl, little g-girl," he faltered, helplessly, his great hands trembling as he touched her.

"It w-was you I t-tried ter save.
I-I ran th-th-this way so th-they wouldn't sh-shoot toward yer." She smiled happily up at him, softly stroking his hair, even while the lines of her face twitched from pain.
"Sure I know, senor.