Suddenly a great shudder ran through her. She sighed, and opened her eyes.
"Drake!" she murmured; "Drake! Is he——"
He thought she referred to the man.
"Never mind him," he said eagerly. "Are you hurt? Tell me?"
She put her hand to her head, and struggled to her feet, swaying to and fro as if only half conscious, then her hands went out to him, and she uttered a cry of terror and anxiety.
"He—he shot you!" she gasped.
"No, no!" he responded quickly. "There is no harm done, if the brute has not hurt you."
She shook her head and leaned against the tree, trembling and panting.
"I was in the garden. I—heard you and the man running, and—and—I—ran across the path——"
"In time to save my life," he said gravely. "But I'd rather have died than you should come to harm."