Running, he tripped on a rope, and began to fall, Bailey picked him back on his feet. “Did they get you, Bud?” “No, they didn’t get me.” Ellyat’s voice was a snarl. What business had Bailey steadying him like that? He hadn’t been running. Suddenly he saw Gray shouting strangers bursting into the tents And his heart shrank up in a pea. “Oh hell,” he said, Hopelessly ramming a cartridge. He was an old soldier. He wasn’t going to run. He was going to act Vast fictive heroisms in front of Bailey, If they only gave him time, just a little time.