All these things came to Sim Gage's mind as he half raised his weapon to his shoulder, challenging again, "Halt! Who goes there?
Halt!" The bolt of his Springfield clinked home once more.
The man turned away, toward the sound of the greater number of his enemies, weapon in hand.

The patrol was closing in.

But before he turned he both gave and received death in the last act he might offer in treachery to this country, which had been generous and kind to him.
Sim Gage fired with close, sure aim, and cut his man through with the blow of the Spitzer bullet of the Springfield piece.

But even as he did so Waldhorn himself had fired with the heavy automatic pistol which he carried.

The bullet caught Sim Gage high in the chest, and passed through, missing the spine by but little.