He gave one loud howl, kicked convulsively, then turned over on his side and lay quite still.

It sobered them all.
They ran up to him, but he was quite dead.

They sat for a while quite silent, then they threw the rest of the bottles into the lake, dug a shallow grave for Bob, and putting me in the wagon drove slowly back to town.

They were not bad young men.

I don't think they meant to hurt me, or to kill Bob.