“What’s he up to?” Bracher said. “What’s he doing back there, where’s he been, what’s this all about?” “I don’t know,” Klietmann said irritably. He looked down at the badly wounded woman and said to her, “All I know is that he saw you and your boy’s dead body, and he didn’t even make an attempt to kill me for what I’d done to you. He cut and ran to save his own skin. What do you think of your hero now?”