A deeper color rose to the embarrassed face of the young man. "I expect you didn't need any saving to speak of. The boys got too ambitious. That's about all." He was thinking that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever set eyes upon and thanking his lucky stars that he had come along in the nick of time.
"You can say that, Mr. Kilmeny, but we know," she answered softly.
"All right. Have it your own way, Miss Seldon," he returned with a smile.
"You'll let us doctor your wounds, won't you?" Moya asked shyly.
He laughed like a boy. "You're making me ashamed. I haven't any wounds. I ought to have washed the blood off before I came in, but I didn't have a chance. All I need is a basin of water and a towel."
The girl ran to get them for him. He protested, laughing, but was none the less pleased while they hovered about him.
"Such a dirty towel. Don't you suppose there's a clean one somewhere," Joyce said with a little moue of disgust as she handed it to him.
He shook his head. "It's like the one in 'The Virginian'—been too popular."
Moya gave him the scarf that had been around her head while she was riding. "Take this. No.... I want you to use it ... please."
After he had dried his face Jack explained their disposition for the night.