He tried to lift himself up, but Ann pressed him back against her knees.
“Don’t move! Don’t move!” she cried hastily. “Lie still for a few minutes. Are you sure—sure you’re not hurt?”
“Bet you a tenner I’m not,” he replied, with the ghost of a grin. “My head’s clearing, too. I was only knocked out of time for a minute. Don’t worry.” He put up his hand and touched her cheek. “Why, you’re quite pale, Ann.”
“I felt pale—when I saw you fall,” she answered grimly. Her spirits were returning now that she was assured he was uninjured. “I was certain you must be killed.”
“It would have been one way out of it all, wouldn’t it?” he replied with a touch of bitterness.
“Oh, hush! Don’t speak like that.”
“I won’t—if it annoys you. But, anyway, you needn’t worry. I shan’t die young. The gods don’t love me enough.”
Ann ignored this.
“Do you think you could stand now?” she asked practically.
Tony’s eyes gleamed mirthfully.