stealth, and dragged the nearest dead man to the parapet, raising the body till the head looked over. There was no sound. Then he raised himself, and peeped over. No sign, no sound.
He looked at the dead body as he let it drop. Then he went to Kate, to look down the stairs.
“You grazed that man with your first shot, you only stunned him I believe,” he said.
“Are there any more?” she asked, shuddering.
“I think they are all gone.”
He was pale, almost white, with that same pristine clear brow, like a boy’s, a sort of twilight changelessness.
“Are you much hurt?” she said.
“I? No!” and he put his fingers round to his back, to feel the slowly welling wound, with his bloody fingers.
The afternoon was passing towards yellow, heavy evening.