They're as helpless, boys, as two trapped coyotes." He looked down over the crowd, which shifted uneasily; no one spoke.
"That's what struck me most," he continued.

"You know what I thought of Bob, don't you?
And I didn't thank them for boring a hole in my leg; it wasn't any kindness of theirs that it didn't land higher--they weren't shooting at me for fun.

And I'd have killed them both with a clear conscience, if I could.

I tried hard enough.

But it was different then; out in the open, where a man had an even break.