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knife, having at the time an unpleasant consciousness that I was running a very foolish and unjustifiable risk, for the minies were hissing and singing and spatting all about me. There was a man near me, also on his hands and knees, looking or feeling for something.
While glancing at the shape, dimly outlined, I heard the unmistakable thud of a bullet striking flesh.
There was a muffled outcry, and the crouching or kneeling figure lay stretched upon the ground.
1 went to it and felt it. The man was dead.
In a very brief time I was back in our new position and not thinking of pocket-knives.
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