"The bullet has
scorched along the fleshy part of the forearm. We must telephone for a
doctor at once."
She did so, then found water and cotton for bandages, and helped him make a
temporary dressing. The patient recovered consciousness under the touch of
the cold water, and asked: what was the matter.
"You have been hurt a little, but not badly I think. Don't you remember?
You came down and opened the door to let me in."
"They were shooting at you. What for?" she wanted to know.
He smiled. "Don't worry about that. It's all over with. I'm sorry you were
hurt in saving me," said Yesler gently.
"Did I save you?" The gray eyes showed a gleam of pleasure.
"You certainly did."
"This is Mr. Yesler, Laska. Mr. Yesler--Miss Lowe. I think you have never
met."
"Never before to-night," he said, pinning the bandage in place round the
plump arm. "There. That's all just now, ma'am. Did I hurt you very much?"
The young woman felt oddly exhilarated. "Not much. I'll forgive you if
you'll tell me all about the affair. Why did they want to hurt you?"
His big heart felt very tender toward this girl who had been wounded for
him, but he showed it only by a smiling deference.
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