"No, I'm not," he persisted, but he let her fingers touch the wound on his head, and her fingers thrilled him.
"Luke," she said, when she had convinced herself that the cut was superficial, "I'm glad it was you."
"That came for you?"
"Yes."
"I didn't do much. I was nearly the death of you. For a minute I thought it was death. That other fellow's the one you have to thank."
"Anyhow, I thank you." She pressed his hand.
A shout came from the mob. It brought him back to material concerns.
"How did you come to this part of town?"
She had complete command of herself.
"Can't you guess?" she asked.