They went.
The British at the pumps had been shooting at the houses. Now there were three hundred kilos of bone coming at them round the corner of the petrol station at a gallop. They turned and fired at it. They hit it, too. It shed a rib, then a piece of skull. It kept coming.
The other went round toward the building, wide, toward the left end of the sandbags.
The man in grey and green saw it.
James watched him see it. His head went toward the skeleton coming at the sandbags, then to James, then back.
He had three things now. There was the Irish fire on his line, a skeleton coming at the pumps, another coming at his flank, and James coming over the wall again.
He could not cover them all with fifteen metres of shimmer.
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