"Assez," muttered the Frenchman sleepily, swayed and fell.
Dazed and dizzy, Kit staggered to his feet.
A shadow darkened the door; a strange voice cried in horrible triumph:
"Our'n!"
Two pistols lay on the table. Blindly the boy snatched both.
"Now!" he said, as one in a dream, and, shoving a pistol against the man's bare and shaggy bosom, fired.
Blindly he stepped over the fellow's body, and out into the open.
A man, on hands and knees, was crawling away round the corner of the cottage; another lay dead on his face across the way.
Before him he saw a little cloud of men, and the gleam of a silver head thrusting out moon-like from among them.
Blindly he fired into the brown, and blindly followed up.