Some one behind him was saying, 'Ah, get away, you brute!' Dick raised his revolver and pointed towards the desert.

His eye was held by the red splash in the distance, and the clamour about him seemed to die down to a very far-away whisper, like the whisper of a level sea.

There was the revolver and the red light....
and the voice of some one scaring something away, exactly as had fallen somewhere before,--a darkness that stung.

He fired at random, and the bullet went out across the desert as he muttered, 'Spoilt my aim.

There aren't any more cartridges.