The ladder jumped and rapped, and Colonel Amphiteatrov’s face, excited and red, showed at the top. “Well, you’re all right. Well, I’m glad. That was best to stay right here. The bombing was bad in the town. Many people killed. Quick! Both of you. Come along, please.” Then his eye fell on the body lying in blood. “Agh!” “We were strafed,” Pug said. “He’s dead.” The colonel shook his head and sank out of sight, saying, “Well, please, come quickly.” “Go first, Pam.”
