It was a swift upward glance, and as swiftly he swerved aside.

Then he felt a sharp but heavy pain on his shoulder, and fell.

He was conscious of a number of voices shouting, of vague forms hurrying towards him, then all became a blank.
When he recovered consciousness he found himself lying in one of the living vans.

He tried to move, but the upper part of his body felt as if it were made of lead.

He opened his eyes and looked round him.