"I'm not hurt." "Sit still a minute, while I fetch you some brandy from the car." Garth spoke in a curiously controlled voice.
He was back again in a moment, and the raw spirit made her catch her breath as it trickled down her throat.
"Thank God we had only just begun to move," he said.

"Otherwise you must have been half-killed." "What happened ?" she asked curiously.

"How did I fall out ?" "The door came open.

That damned fool, Judson, didn't shut it properly.
Are you sure you're not hurt ?" "Quite sure.

My head aches rather." "That's very probable.