She got water and he drank of it.
"You're hurt—you're covered with blood."
"No, no——" he gasped, "winded."
"But the blood!"
"His. I had shot him—through the body."
Marishka peered toward the window and shuddered.
"His face—Hugh—I can't forget."
Renwick struggled painfully to his feet.
"Nor I. He almost did for me. If it hadn't been for you——"
"You'd have followed him, Hugh!" And then almost inaudibly, "Holy Virgin!" she whispered.