CHAPTER XXXVI
“FROM SUDDEN DEATH——”
“Sara! Sara! For God's sake, open your eyes!”
The anguished tones pierced through the black curtain which had suddenly cut away the outer world from Sara's consciousness, and she opened her eyes obediently, to find herself looking straight into Garth's face bent above her—a sickly white in the yellow glare of the hurricane lamp he was holding.
“Are you hurt?” His voice came again insistently, sharp with hideous fear.
She sat up, breathing rather fast.
“No,” she said, as though surprised. “I'm not hurt—not the least bit.”
With Garth's help, she struggled to her feet and stood upright—rather shakily, it is true, but still able to accomplish the feat without much difficulty. She began to laugh weakly—a little helplessly.
“I think—I think I've only had my wind knocked out,” she said. Then, as gradually the comprehension of events returned to her: “The others? Who's hurt? Oh, Garth! Is any one—killed?”
“No, no one, thank God!” He reassured her hastily. His arm went round her, and for a moment their lips met in a silent passion of thanksgiving.