With his rifle half under him Langdon had had no opportunity to shoot.

Wildly he clambered up the remaining few feet.

The shale and stones slipped and slid under him.

It was a matter of sixty seconds before he pulled himself over the top.
Thor was a hundred yards away, speeding in a rolling, ball-like motion toward the break.

From the foot of the coulee came the sharp crack of Otto's rifle.