Draw this man off me, so I can sit up against the wall.

Don't be afraid, dear; that is Miles, and he is yet alive.

I felt his pulse a moment ago, and it was still beating." She shrank from the grewsome task, her hands trembling, her face white, yet she drew the heavy body back, resting the head upon the pile of plaster.

The next moment her arms were about me, and I sat up supported by her shoulder.

Even this slight movement caused me to clinch my teeth in agony, and she cried out, "You are hurt?
Tell me the truth!" "My shoulder and side pain me," I admitted, "but they are nothing to worry over.