Loge was dead.

Cleggett crossed over and examined him.

Clutched on his knees was a bomb.

He had been wounded by Barnstable's last shot, but he had crawled through the tunnel with a bomb for a final attempt on the Jasper B.

His strength had failed; he had rested upon the rock and bled to death.
As for his last thought, Cleggett had felt it.