He was quite weak now from loss of blood.
"Are you—all right?" she gasped, as they reached the foot of the ladder in the belfry.
Craig looked down at his torn and soiled clothes. Then, in spite of the smarting pain of his wounds, he smiled, "Yes—all right!"
"Thank heaven!" she murmured fervently, trying to staunch the flow of blood.
Craig gazed at her eagerly. The great look of relief in her face seemed to take away all the pain from his own face. In its place came a look of wonder—and hope.
He could not resist.
"This time—it was you—saved me!" he cried, "Elaine!"
Involuntarily his arms sought hers—and he held her a moment, looking deep into her wonderful eyes.
Then their faces came slowly together in their first kiss.