"How's Bill doin'?" he demanded. "What's the figures? I lost four."
"Wounded—only?"
"Wounded."
"Guess that raises the tally."
"How about your boys?"
Kars gazed in the direction of the rough storehouse now converted into a hospital.
"I'd say five. Bill was here a while back. He reckoned he'd got five then."
Abe laughed. It was not a mirthful laugh. He rarely gave way to mirth. Purpose had too profound a hold on him.
"Figger up nine by eight nights like this and you ain't got much of a crowd out of eighty."
Kars' eyes came swiftly to the lean face shadowed under the night.