“What’s he say?” panted Bensington, coming up, unheeded.
“Flack’s down?”
“He fell down.”
“They came out one after the other.”
“What?”
“Made a rush. I fired both barrels first.”
“You left Flack?”
“They were on to us.”
“Come on,” said Cossar. “You come with us. Where’s Flack? Show us.”
The whole party moved forward. Further details of the engagement dropped from the man who had run away. The others clustered about him, except Cossar, who led.