His next shot was discharged amongst the mob, and most unfortunately wounded the gin already mentioned ; who, with a child fastened to her back, slid down the bank, and lay, apparently dying, with her legs in the water.

chapter 16 […]the surly and irascible passions which, like belligerent powers, lie encamped around the heart.

Then the horse kicked Pat's ass. Needless to say, she was not happy!

Jim braced the gun and sighted, tried to pull the trigger. Beside him a body collapsed, limp. It was Max. A shot had gone through his brain. Jim stared down at him, numb with horror.