"I haven't killed him really, have I ?" No one answered him.

They were crowding round the fallen man, stooping over him with awe-struck whispering, straightening the crumpled, inert limbs, trying to place the heavy frame in a natural posture.
The boy pressed forward to look, but abruptly his supporter caught him by the shoulder and pulled him back.
"No, no!" he said in a sharp undertone.

"You're no good here.

Get out of it! Put on your clothes and--go!" He spoke urgently.

The boy stared at him, suffering the compelling hand.
All the fight had gone completely out of him.