It was the one with which he had gripped Landover's wrist that morning.

The strain had reopened the partially healed wounds.
"I injured it this morning in an encounter with your friend, Miss Clinton.

I can hardly ask you to dress it.

Thank you, just the same." "I know all that happened in Mr.Landover's cabin, but even so, I am ready and willing to do anything in my power to ease the pain you are suffering." She spoke calmly, dispassionately, almost perfunctorily.
He shook his head.

"I shouldn't have spoken of it," he said.