His hand on the stone, he stopped suddenly with quick indrawing of breath, staring down at a motionless figure lying almost at his feet.

The man, roughly dressed, lay on his face, a bullet wound showing above one ear, the back of his neck caked with blood.

The Sergeant, mastering his first sense of horror, turned him over and gazed upon the ghastly face of Major McDonald.
"My God, they've murdered him here!" he exclaimed.

"Shot him down from behind.

Look, men.