"Nothing at all!" he said, and rose, gingerly. "I touched a raw place, where a briar scratched me. I seem to be composed largely of raw places—especially as to my feet. How are yours?"
"One of them hurts a little—not enough to mention."
"You're sure you can walk?"
"Certainly—or run, if need be."
"Then we had better push on a little farther. The Germans are still too close for comfort. Keep your back to the moon—I'll act as rear-guard."
For a moment she looked up questioningly into his face.
"You are sure you are not hurt?" she asked.
"Perfectly sure."
"I was afraid you had been shot—I saw how you placed yourself between me and the river!"
"The merest accident," he assured her. "Besides, those fellows couldn't shoot!"