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The
party
ahead
stopped
at
the
sound
of
the
shot
.
So
did
L
The
young
man
made
no
attempt
to
catch
up
with
them
—
in
fact
,
he
seemed
suddenly
to
lose
interest
in
them
altogether
.
He
turned
round
and
came
walking
back
down
the
middle
of
the
road
.
I
remembered
to
play
my
part
,
and
began
to
tap
my
way
forward
again
.
He
paid
me
no
attention
as
he
passed
,
but
I
was
able
to
see
his
face
:
it
was
worried
,
and
there
was
a
grim
set
to
his
jaw
.
I
kept
going
as
I
wasuntil
he
was
a
decent
distance
behind
me
,
then
I
hurried
on
to
the
rest
.
Brought
up
short
by
the
Sound
of
the
shot
,
they
were
arguing
whether
to
go
on
farther
or
not
.
I
broke
that
up
by
telling
them
that
now
I
was
no
longer
encumbered
with
my
two
I
.
Q
.
-
minus
watchdogs
we
would
be
ordering
things
differently
.
I
was
going
to
get
a
truck
,
and
I
would
be
back
in
ten
minutes
or
so
to
run
them
back
to
the
billet
in
it
.
The
finding
of
another
organized
party
at
work
produced
a
new
anxiety
,
but
we
found
the
place
intact
when
we
got
back
.
The
only
news
they
had
for
me
there
was
that
two
more
men
and
a
woman
had
been
taken
with
severe
belly
pains
and
removed
to
the
other
house
.
We
made
what
preparations
we
could
for
defense
against
any
marauders
arriving
while
I
was
away
.
Then
I
picked
a
new
party
and
we
set
off
in
the
truck
,
this
time
in
a
different
direction
.
I
recalled
that
in
former
days
when
I
had
come
up
to
Hampstead
Heath
it
had
often
been
by
way
of
a
bus
terminus
where
a
number
of
small
shops
and
stores
clustered
.
With
the
aid
of
the
street
plan
I
found
the
place
again
easily
enough
—
not
only
found
it
,
but
discovered
it
to
be
marvelously
intact
.
Save
for
three
or
four
broken
windows
,
the
area
looked
simply
as
if
it
had
been
closed
up
for
a
weekend
.
But
there
were
differences
.
For
one
thing
,
no
such
silence
had
ever
before
hung
over
the
locality
,
weekday
or
Sunday
.
And
there
were
several
bodies
lying
in
the
street
.
By
this
time
one
was
becoming
accustomed
enough
to
that
to
pay
them
little
attention
.
I
had
,
in
fact
,
wondered
that
there
were
not
more
to
be
seen
,
and
had
come
to
the
conclusion
that
most
people
sought
some
kind
of
shelter
,
either
out
of
fear
or
later
when
they
became
weak
.
It
was
one
of
the
reasons
that
one
felt
a
disinclination
to
enter
any
dwelling
house
.
I
stopped
the
truck
in
front
of
a
provision
store
and
listened
for
a
few
seconds
.
The
silence
came
down
on
us
like
a
blanket
.
There
was
no
sound
of
tapping
sticks
,
not
a
wanderer
in
sight
.
Nothing
moved
.
"
Okay
,
"
I
said
.
"
Pile
out
,
chaps
.
"
