Behind it the downs ran back to meet the road.

The door of the cabin was open and from it a shaft of light cut across a tiny garden and showed the white fence and the walk of shells.
"We must pass in single file in front of that light," whispered Ford, "And then, after we are sure he has seen us, we must run like the devil!" "I'm on in that last scene," growled Herbert.
"Only," repeated Ford with emphasis, "We must be sure he has seen us." Not twenty feet from them came a bursting roar, a flash, many roars, many flashes, many bullets.
"He's seen us!" yelled Birrell.
After the light from his open door had shown him one German soldier fully armed, the Coast Guard had seen nothing further.

But judging from the shrieks of terror and the sounds of falling bodies that followed his first shot, he was convinced he was hemmed in by an army, and he proceeded to sell his life dearly.

Clip after clip of cartridges he emptied into the night, now to the front, now to the rear, now out to sea, now at his own shadow in the lamp-light.

To the people a quarter of a mile away at Morston it sounded like a battle.
After running half a mile, Ford, bruised and breathless, fell at full length on the grass beside the car.