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The
thirty
seconds
were
up
.
The
gun
was
sighted
.
The
captain
drew
a
deep
breath
.
"
Spender
,
"
he
said
,
exhaling
.
He
pulled
the
trigger
.
All
that
happened
was
that
a
faint
powdering
of
rock
went
up
in
the
sunlight
.
The
echoes
of
the
report
faded
.
The
captain
arose
and
called
to
his
men
:
"
He
’
s
dead
.
"
The
other
men
did
not
believe
it
.
Their
angles
had
prevented
their
seeing
that
particular
.
fissure
in
the
rocks
.
They
saw
their
captain
run
up
the
hill
,
alone
,
and
thought
him
either
very
brave
or
insane
.
The
men
came
after
him
a
few
minutes
later
.
They
gathered
around
the
body
and
someone
said
,
"
In
the
chest
?
"
The
captain
looked
down
.
"
In
the
chest
,
"
he
said
,
He
saw
how
the
rocks
had
changed
color
under
Spender
.
"
I
wonder
why
he
waited
.
I
wonder
why
he
didn
’
t
escape
as
he
planned
.
I
wonder
why
he
stayed
on
and
got
himself
killed
.
"
"
Who
knows
?
"
someone
said
.
