Cries of “Break it up!” and “Cut the shit!” filled the air, but Rank took no notice. He went for Barkovitch with his head down, bellowing. Barkovitch sidestepped him. Rank went stumbling and pinwheeling across the soft shoulder, skidded in the sand, and sat down with his feet splayed out. He was given a third warning. “Come on, Dumbo!” Barkovitch goaded. “Get up!” Rank did get up. Then he slipped somehow and fell over on his back. He seemed dazed and woozy. The third thing that happened around eleven o’clock was Rank’s death. There was a moment of silence when the carbines sighted in, and
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