sill of the window.

Her hand shook so idiotically that it was impossible for a time to
tell if the man's heart was beating. All at once a wave of hot
fury rushed over her - fury at the cowardliness of the assault - and
the vertigo passed. She laid her palm firmly over Johnny Two-Hawks'
heart. Alive! He was alive! She straightened his body and put a
pillow under his head. Then she sought water and towels.

There was no cut on his forehead, only blood; but the top of his
head had been cruelly beaten. He was alive, but without immediate
aid he might die. The poor young man!

There were two physicians in the block; one or the other would be
in. She ran to the door, to find it locked. She had forgotten.
Next she found the telephone wire cut and the speaking tube battered
and inutile. She would have to return to her own apartment
to summon help. She dared not leave the light on. The scoundrels
might possibly return, and the light would warn them that their
victim had been discovered; and naturally they would wish to
ascertain whether or not they had succeeded in their murderous
assault.

As she was passing the first-landing windows she saw Cutty emerging
from the elevator. She flew across the fire-escape platform with
the resilient step of one crossing thin ice.

Probably the most astonished man in New York was the war
correspondent when the door opened and a pair of arms were flung
about him, and a voice smothered in the lapel of his coat cried: