She had wrapped the cord many times, but despite this it had worn away her skin and sunk deep in the flesh of her arm.

Half her clothes were torn away as she had been thrown about on the boards.

Whether from exhaustion or the pain of her cut wrist, she had fainted and evidently lain in this position for several hours; one side of her face was burned pink by the heat of the sun.
They dragged the float in, and McTee knelt beside the girl and pressed an ear against her breast.
"Living!" he announced.

"Now we're three on the rim of the world." "Which makes a crowd," grinned Harrigan..