Larry struck him on the mouth with his open hand.
"Shut your mouth! Remember the lady!"
Michael Donovan took the blow as a dog might take it, and without more resentment.
Christian quickly put her hand on his shoulder.
"Don't mind, Michael. Let me see what has happened to her——"
Nancy's eye rolled back at Christian, as she stooped over her, leaning on Donovan. Already, a dark pool was forming beside her.
"You couldn't see where the branch bet her, Miss," said Donovan, quieted by Christian's touch, "but there's what done it!" He pointed to the sharp, jagged end of one of the branches, red with blood.
"The Vet——" said Christian, trying to think, speaking steadily. "Couldn't someone fetch Mr. Cassidy?"
"No good, my dear," said old Kearney, wagging his head; "No good at all! There's no medicine for her now but what'll come out of a gun!"
Christian looked up into the faces of the little knot of men round her.