"You can't," said Peter. "Bless you for coming, and go back."
"Shut up, will you?" cried Aladdin, savagely. "Where are you hit?"
"In the back," said Peter, "and I'm done for."
"The hell you are!" said Aladdin. Tears hotter than blood were running out of his eyes. "What can I do for you, Peter?" he said in a husky voice.
Manners' blackened fingers fumbled at the buttons of his coat, but he had not the strength to undo them.
"It's there, 'Laddin," he said.
"What's there?" said Aladdin. He undid the coat with swift, clever fingers.
"Let me hold it in my hands," said Peter.
"Is it this—this letter—this letter from Margaret?" asked Aladdin, chokingly, for he saw that the letter had not been opened.
A shower of dirt and stones fell upon them, and a shell burst with a sharp crash above their heads.
