"Zinc, look, somebody's coming."
"Where?"
"It's Landel."
They waited, waited.
It was nobody and Zinc sank into pain. Dennison lit his flash and fumbled about for their canteen. Shaking its near-emptiness, he drank, then pushed it at Zinc, who drained it.
"Bah, it tastes bad."
"Let's go."
"Where?" Zinc asked.
"Look at the sky ... there's light enough for us to see ... Bretten's done for..."
"What about Landel?" Zinc asked.