‘Jeepers! The boys walked right into them. There are about ten of them and Barratt. I guess he’d come to shift the stuff. They must have spotted our trucks and came down on us.’
Where do you get this us stuff from?’ Mac growled. You weren’t even there.’ He was kneeling in front of the window, and turned his head to look at Mary. ‘They were at the top of the quarry. We were at the bottom. It was like shooting rabbits. They got Harry, Lu and George with their first volley. The rest of us got behind the trucks. They kept crawling around the edge of the quarry, picking us off, until I was the only one left. I just lay there and waited. Finally, they decided they’d picked us all off and came down to investigate. Harry and George were still alive. They were badly hurt, but they were still breathing. Barratt shot them both through the head. I managed to sneak away while they were checking up on the others. I got to the top of the quarry, when Joe turned up. They spotted Joe. The chump was smoking. You could see him a mile away, and they came after us. I told Joe not to shoot, but he kept letting his rod off, and of course, they just kept coming. I was hoping to get away in the dark, but not with Joe lighting up the countryside for miles. So here we are, and right out there, they are, and it’s going to be some picnic.’
Joe said, ‘I got two of them. You don’t think I was going to let that mob shoot at me without shooting back?’
While they were talking, I was examining the-valley below the cabin. There wasn’t much cover until you started to climb the hill. Once they got a foothold on the hill, they could get up to the door of the cabin without being seen.
I edged the rifle over the window sill, sighted into the darkness and pressed the trigger. Almost immediately flashes lit up the shrubs on the far side of the valley and slugs whammed against the walls of the cabin.
‘They’re over on the far side,’ I said. ‘If they can get across the floor of the valley, we’ll be cooked.’
‘The moon will be up in a few minutes,’ Mac said. ‘It’s just below the peak of the hill as we came along. Then we’ll have plenty of light.’
I thought I saw some movement below, shifted the sights of the rifle and fired.
A tiny, shadowy form darted back under cover again. Both Joe and Mac fired at the same time. A faint yell followed the crash of gunfire. These two might not be very strong in the brain department, but they could shoot.
‘That’s another of the punks,’ Joe said with satisfaction.