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“Listen!” someone at the back of the house shouted, in a voice that cut through the words of the speaker and silenced those who were goading him on. “Listen!” he repeated, and a hush descended on them.

The flat report and crash of gunfire, the sound of many horses running, the shout -- repeated! The men tore away from the fire, up the ladder, through the roof hole. You could hear them scrambling down outside, hear the sounds of them running, then nothing as the gunfire thinned and started to die. Gone from its proper place, Keintpoos’ rifle. And John Schonchin’s. They had gone out into the dark, and now there was just a silence while everyone listened. The gruff man’s voice in English barked orders, and then the guns stopped firing.