“I don’t know,” Henry peered around them. “Where’s Benjamin?”
“I don’t know.”
George stumbled over. “Where’s Eileen?”
“I don’t know,” said Thomas. “I’m looking.”
Thomas stumbled back, casting around the ground for the place she’d fallen. He caught sight of her shirt, shiny with blood. “Here!”
George ran over, pushing Thomas aside and gently picking up his sister. He cradled her in his arms. She moaned at the movement.
“How is she?” asked Thomas.
“Her nose is wrecked,” said George, crying. “Her face is cut.”
“I can see that,” snapped Thomas. “How’s her skull?”
George ran his hands over it. “All right, I think.”
From behind them, Henry started to swear slowly, despairingly. Thomas went over.
Benjamin’s body was still entangled with the man he had tackled to save Eileen. There was
