“Joan!” he whispered.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Are you—with me still?”
“Of course, I couldn't leave you.”
The pale eyes shadowed strangely, darkly. “I'm alive yet. And you stayed!... Was it yesterday—you threw my gun—on me?”
“No. Four days ago.”
“Four! Is my back broken?”
“I don't know. I don't think so. It's a terrible wound. I—I did all I could.”
“You tried to kill me—then tried to save me?”
She was silent to that.