She was squatted on her heels, steadying one elbow on her knee.

The double-jack struck her hand, glanced and landed another blow on her knee; one of those terribly painful blows that take your breath and make you see stars without crippling you permanently.
Casey doesn't like to talk about it, but once he growled that he did about every damn-fool thing he could with a double-jack, except brain her.

The Little Woman gave one small scream and went over backward in a faint, and Casey was just about ready to go off and shoot himself.
He took her up in his arms and carried her down to the cabin before she came to.

And when she did come to her senses, Babe immediately made matters worse.

She was whimpering beside her mother, and when she saw that mamma had waked up, she shrilled consolingly: "It's going to be all well in a minute.