If shooting started the enemies might miss each other, but they could not very well miss us.

Two of our party found a courtyard and ran through it.

The third pressed close up against a house front and I made for the half-open door of a shop.
Just as I reached it a woman on the inside slammed it in my face and locked it.

I never expect to see her again; but that does not mean that I ever expect to forgive her.

The next door stood open, and from within its shelter I faced about to watch for what might befall.