Dropping Teresa's hand,he walked towards it,and with the toe of his moccasin gave it one vigorous kick into the ooze at the overflow of the spring.He turned to Teresa,but she evidently had not noticed the act.
"Where are you?"she asked,with a smile.
Something in her movement struck him!He came towards her,and bending down looked into her face."Teresa!Good God!--look at me!What has happened?"She raised her eyes to his.There was a slight film across them;the lids were blackened;the beautiful lashes gone forever!
"I see you a little now,I think,"she said,with a smile,passing her hands vaguely over his face."It must have happened when he fainted,and I had to drag him through the blazing brush;both my hands were full,and I could not cover my eyes.""Drag whom?"said Low,quickly.
"Why,Dunn."
"Dunn!He here?"said Low,hoarsely.