The crash of gunshot ricocheted in the cavern. Smith lurched for Hess just as the gun fired, getting one hand on the barrel. I leapt onto Hess and swung at his throat. Hess was stronger and more agile, and in a second he threw us both off. He brought the gun up and was about fire again, pointing at Smith, when behind him Julia swung forward with a rock into the side of his head. The gun clattered into the darkness of the cave, and Hess crumpled to the floor.
Dazed, I felt Julia hugging me, then she bent over Harold.
"He's shot in the stomach," she said. Blood oozed from the wound.
We carried him down the hill to the station wagon, and gently lifted him lengthwise into the back seat. Julia crouched next to him, stuffing ...