"All right, darling. All right," he said. "You're not hurt?"
"No, oh no! Only giddy—stupid!" She fought desperately for self-command. "I shall be all right in a minute."
She heard the voices of men below her, but she could not open her eyes to look. Tommy supported her strongly, and in a few seconds she was aware of someone on her other side, of a steady capable hand grasping her wrist.
"Drink this!" said Ralston's voice. "It'll help you."
He was holding something to her lips, and she drank mechanically.
"That's better," he said. "You've had a rough time, I'm afraid, but it's over now. Think you can walk, or shall we carry you?"
The matter-of-fact tones seemed to calm the chaos of her brain. She looked up at him with a faint, brave smile.
"I will walk,—of course. There is nothing the matter with me. What has happened at Kurrumpore? Is all well?"
He met her eyes. "Yes," he said quietly.
Her look flinched momentarily from his, but the next instant she met it squarely. "I know about—my baby," she said.