The wan sun watched the killer disappear.
McNeer was first to kneel
Beside the shattered wheel
And Bill's pale, silent figure; gray with grief
He cried, "He's breathing yet!
Here, Skipper! Help me get—"
But Bill said, "No—don't try to lift me, Chief."
"I look all right on top
But ... better get ... a mop....
My underneath part's not so good...." A chill