"They're still after us," he commented, dropping beside me. "Have to load my gun."
"Then load mine, too," I said. "My left shoulder's hit—whole arm is no use."
He laid down his automatic.
"We'll carry you inside with Betty. I see Watty has made a prisoner, and Vassilievich had better be watched. You can—"
"I will not," I returned. "We'll need every man before we finish to-night. Hear that!"
The courtyard had become an inferno—yells, screams, howls, shots, the beat of the rain and the din of the storm.
"Tie my arm to my side, and I'll be O.K.," I urged.
Betty crawled between us.
"Did I hear you call me?" she asked.
"My word!" grunted Hugh. "Get back, Bet. This is—"