And as for a bullet in the heart, what is it? It don't take long and it
don't hurt, and we can always feel we've played the game.'
As he spoke he came closer and laid his shackled hands on Ken's shoulder.
'Thank you, Roy,' said Ken in a very low voice. 'You--you've helped me a
lot. It--it's father I'm thinking of.'
'I know. But after all he isn't dead yet. And like as not this swab Henkel
may get wiped out before he has the chance of doing him down.'
Silence fell between them. They sat with their backs against the wall,
their hearts too full to talk. Ken's thoughts were with his father and his
younger brother Anthony; Roy's were back in New Zealand, picturing the
sunny plains and wild ranges around his home, the brawling rivers and the
white sheep grazing on the great grass lands.
The last rays of the sun shone through the one small window of the hut,
and presently came the tramp of men outside.
The corporal opened the door, the boys walked out, and guarded on either
side were marched once more up the foul, narrow street to the higher
ground above.
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