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Nine
,
ten
shots
broke
out
in
a
rattle
.
Rocks
around
him
jumped
up
.
Spender
fired
steadily
,
sometimes
while
glancing
at
the
silver
book
he
carried
in
his
hand
.
The
captain
ran
in
the
hot
sunlight
with
a
rifle
in
his
hands
.
Spender
followed
him
in
his
pistol
sights
but
did
not
fire
.
Instead
he
shifted
and
blew
the
top
off
a
rock
where
Whitie
lay
,
and
heard
an
angry
shout
.
Suddenly
the
captain
stood
up
.
He
had
a
white
handkerchief
in
his
hands
.
He
said
something
to
his
men
and
came
walking
up
the
mountain
after
putting
aside
his
rifle
.
Spender
lay
there
,
then
got
to
his
feet
,
his
pistol
ready
.
The
captain
came
up
and
sat
down
on
a
warm
boulder
,
not
looking
at
Spender
for
a
moment
.
The
captain
reached
into
his
blouse
pocket
.
Spender
’
s
fingers
tightened
on
the
pistol
.
The
captain
said
,
"
Cigarette
?
"
"
Thanks
.
"
Spender
took
one
.
"
Light
?
"
"
Got
my
own
.
"
They
took
one
or
two
puffs
in
silence
.
