Then, moving cautiously, watching Calumet closely, she placed the candle on the floor in front of her.

Again she stood erect, though she did not raise the pistol.

Evidently she was regaining her composure, though Calumet observed that her free hand came up and grasped the dress over her bosom so tightly that the fabric was in danger of ripping.

Her face, in the flickering light from the candle on the floor, was slightly in in the shadow, but Calumet could see that the color was coming back to her cheeks, and he took note of her, watching her with insolent intentness.
Of the expression in Calumet's eyes she apparently took no notice, but she was watching the man he had attacked, plainly concerned over his condition.

And when at last she saw that he was suffering more from shock than from real injury she breathed a sigh of relief.