"I'm sorry. And your poor arm there! No, don't move. I'm Nance Durrell, and this is Stonehanger Lane."
"Durrell! H'm. That fellow's bullet must have broken my right arm."
"I heard horses galloping, and the sound of a pistol-shot. You see, I was watching for father. And I couldn't wake David; he's stone deaf."
"You live here then?"
"Yes, at Stonehanger. Don't you know?"
Jasper looked discomfited by his ignorance.
"It's my head; this tumble has knocked my wits to pieces. I wonder if I can get up."
She put the lantern down, and they regarded each other with great seriousness.
"I don't know. There's your arm! And it has been bleeding."
"Has it?"