On watch they rested there, while dull umbers of nightfall glowered through the framework of _Nissr_, tossing in the surf.

Without much plan, wrecked, confronted by what seemed perils unsurmountable, the Flying Legion waited for the coming of dark to respite them from sniping.
The Master, half-way along the line with Leclair, Rrisa, the major and "Captain Alden," mentally took stock of losses thus far sustained.

The wounded were: Alden, Bohannan (burned), Enemark and himself.

The dead: Kloof, Sheffield, Beziers, Travers, Gorlitz, Auchincloss, Daimamoto.
Twenty-four living remained, including Leclair.

The mortality, in about eighteen hours, had been twenty percent.