"He lies directly across my chest, a dead weight." It taxed her strength to the utmost, but, oh, the immediate relief! With the drawing of a full breath I felt a return of manhood, a revival of life.

Another body pinned my limbs to the floor, but this was more easily disposed of.

Then I managed to lift myself, but with the first attempt her arm was about my shoulders.
"No; not alone--let me help you.

Do you really think you can stand! Why, you are hurt, dear; this is a knife wound in your side.

It looks ugly, but is not deep and bleeds no longer.