4/14 One dart hit a trooper on top of his head. It went through his helmet, through his skull, his brain, his neck, his body, his leg--all the way through him lengthwise it went. It came out of his leg, split open his horse's flank, and stuck in the hard road. He died so quickly that his hand still held his bridle rein after he fell from the saddle; and the horse dragged him--his corpse, rather--many feet before the fingers relaxed." The officers who were with us were tremendously interested--not interested, mind you, in the death of that trooper, spitted from the heavens by a steel pencil, but interested in the thing that had done the work. It was the first dart they had seen. |