He did not instantly see
the result, as a puff of smoke shut out his vision, but a moment
later, aiming again, he saw a dark blotch left in the snow. From
his end of the crevice Olaf had seen the man go down, and he
grunted his approbation. There were five of the groups bearing
tree trunks for battering-rams, and on one of these Philip
concentrated the six shots in his rifle. Four of the tree-bearers
went down, and the two that were left dropped their burden and
joined those ahead of them. Until Philip stepped back to reload
his gun he had not noticed Celie. She was close at his side,
peering through the gun-hole at the tragedy out on the plain. Once
before he had been astounded by the look in her face when they had
been confronted by great danger, and as his fingers worked swiftly
in refilling the magazine of his rifle he saw it there again. It
was not fear, even now. It was a more wonderful thing than that.
Her wide-open eyes glowed with a strange, dark luster; in the
center of each of her cheeks was a vivid spot of color, and her
lips were parted slightly, so that he caught the faintest gleam of
her teeth.
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