The girl didn’t say anything. He could hear her groping in the darkness. After a delay, the light went on.
She was fastening a shabby coat about her, and she looked sharply at him. They stared at each other for several seconds.
‘I’ll look at your wound,’ she said, coming over to him. ‘Does it hurt?’
‘A little,’ he said, watching her. ‘I don’t think it’s bleeding.’
She bent over him. Together they inspected the pad on his side. There was no sign of blood.
‘No. It’s al right,’ she said, and as she straightened he caught hold of her wrist. She remained bending over him, looking down at him.
‘Do you know what you’re doing?’ he asked. ‘They could put you in jail for this.’
She pulled free.
‘I don’t like coppers,’ she said, her face hard. ‘They won’t get you now.’
‘I guess I owe you something,’ Baird said uneasily. ‘If it hadn’t been for you I’d be dead now.’