The gate thumped closed. Its lock turned. Charlie whirled and vanished in the shadows of the trees.
The girl clung to Alan's hand and ran swiftly, lightly as a fawn, beside him. The uproar at the hospital faded into the distance.
Within ten minutes, running through the darkness over the stony road, Alan and the girl were at our car.
We bundled the girl into the back seat. Nanette sat with her. "Wrap her in the cloak, Nanette! Is it there?"
"Yes."
"Move over, Ed," Alan said. "I'll drive."
In the silence other shots sounded off at Turber's. Alan hastily backed the car and turned it.
"Raising hell up there! But I got her!"
We sped away into the night.