The British officer up the street hadn't finished.
More infantry came down from the north to replace them, with a Challenger along the left side to keep the Irish independents off the bridge end.
They came at the bank again.
Something hit the wall by Feeney's doorway, a grenade or something from a Challenger. The bank's front window came in on top of them. Feeney went into the doorframe and down, and was up again before James could get to him, blood in his hair, pulling Mooney back out of the glass.
There were still men on the bridge, by the rubble. Ryan and two of the second section, pinned there with nowhere to go.
James looked up the street.
The British were bunching again in a small paved square at the top where Stephen Street met the Mall, with benches and a couple of trees. A dead British soldier lay in the middle of it, and they were forming up round him.
