"Don't shoot them. Fire at the others," Si called out, while he himself aimed at a man who was try ing to rally his comrades.Norma did what she could, did what she thought right. "You don't have to die," she told him. "You're not responsible."
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Gabs's eyes opened wider at each performance. He had never seen a bottle with a metal top, or one that unscrewed, or anything that seemed to effect such wonderful changes by merely pointing it at a man. His mountaineer intellect, prone to "spells" and "charms," saw in it at once an instrument of morta: witchcraft. With a paling face, he began edging toward his gun. Busy as Si had been, he had kept constantly in mind the possibility of Gabe's attempting some mischief, and did not let himself lose sight of the rebel's gun. He quickly rose, and with a few strides, placed himself between Gabe and his gun.Now lay off."Now give us some catridges," clamored the boys, "and let us do some real shooting."DEALING WITH AN OBSTRUCTION TO THE HOMEWARD JOURNEY."You'll come through all right," said the Surgeon smiling. "You're the right kind to live. You've got grit. I'll look at your partner now."