"Both of you lie down!" "And you--you!" I caught a glimpse of her eyes staring up at me, her arms uplifted.
"I am going to stop this," I answered, "and you must stay here." I stumbled over the rubbish, with but one thought driving me--the dining-room table, its white cloth, and the possibility of getting outside before those deadly guns could be discharged again.

I knew the house was already in ruins, tottering, with huge gaping holes ripped in its sides; that dead men littered the floor; and the walls threatened to fall and bury us.

Another round would complete the horror, would crush us into dust.

I gripped the cloth, jerking it from the table, stumbling blindly toward the nearest glare of light.

There was a pile of shattered furniture in the way, and I tore a path through, hurling the fragments to left and right.