Glancing down at the bed she uttered a sharp exclamation, and all the blood fled out of her face. I had just laid bare a ghastly wound in the right shoulder, and dangerously near the lung.
It was with a mighty effort that she regained her self-control. Then she put down the things she held, and said, quite gently:
"Please chafe his hands and temples, and afterward try the restoratives. There is a fluid heater out there. I must have warm water before—"
"Long has gone for a doctor," I interrupted, thinking her possibly ignorant of this fact.
"I know; we must have everything ready for him."
She went out and I began my work of restoration.
After some time passed in the outer room, she came back to the bedside and assisted me in my task.
After a little, a faint sigh and a feeble fluttering of the eyelids assured us that we were not thus active in vain. The girl caught her breath, and while she renewed her efforts at restoration I saw that she was fast losing her self-control.
And now we heard low voices and hurrying footsteps.