“Wreck,” was the brief reply, “and we are both lucky not to have been killed. How do you feel? Where are you hurt?”
“I feel a little dizzy,” said Mabel, making an attempt to get to her feet, but falling back. “I don’t believe I am hurt very much, though.”
A second time she tried to get to her feet and this time she succeeded. She took one look at Shirley’s face and then seized her friend in her arms.
“Shirley!” she exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”
“Hurt?” repeated Shirley, starting back.
“Yes, your face is covered with blood.”
Shirley passed her hand over her face and it came away red.
“I—I—didn’t know I was hurt,” she said in surprise.
Looking about, Mabel saw a pool of water nearby. Quickly she ran to it and wet her handkerchief. Then she ran back and proceeded to wash her friend’s face.
“It’s not bad,” she said, after an examination. “Looks like a piece of glass had cut you. It’s stopped bleeding, though.”