"You're safe," she continued. "You're safe, aren't you?"
He kissed her hand hotly.
"You!" he said. "I'm all right. But you?"
She stood up, smiling.
"Quite."
He rose also.
"The brutes! the beasts! I'd like to—I'll do it, too!"
He had stepped into the light. His shirt was torn, his hair dank. Blood caked over the cut on his forehead, and his jaws were red with the blood of the man whose hand he had bitten.
"Luke! You are hurt!"
She came toward him.