The eyes closed but opened again, a faint flutter, and more words bubbled from the bloody lips.
"I wonder why I did it!"
Scott looked up and saw his brother standing in front of him.
Hugh nodded. "The Martians again, Scott. They could use Jimmy's mind. They could get hold of him. That blasted brain of his...."
Scott looked down at the man in his arms. The head had fallen back, the eyes were staring, blood was dripping on the sand.
"Hugh," he whispered, "Jimmy's dead."
Hugh stared across the sand at the little glimmer of white in the shadow of the building.
"We'll make another cross," he said.
IV