"They say that thirteen is an unlucky number.

Could you spare me a drink from your flask ?" The Major had some brandy and water.

De Lissac supped it up eagerly.
His eyes brightened, and a little fleck of colour came back in each of his haggard cheeks.
"It was Jim did this," said he.

"I heard someone calling my name, and there he was with his gun against my tunic.

Two of my men cut him down just as he fired.