A shot crashed at their ears.
The girl lay prone.
"My God, Kathleen, are you hurt ?" said Jack.
"No, no, not a bit, but awfully scared," she panted.

Then she shrieked, "Oh, oh, oh, Jack, you are wounded, you are bleeding!" He looked down at his hand.

It was dripping blood.

"Oh, oh," she moaned, covering her face with her hands.

Then springing to her feet, she caught up his hand in hers.
"It is nothing at all," he said.