"Killed soldiers ca'n't run away," Bruno thoughtfully remarked.
"'Killed' is a technical word," replied Mein Herr. "In the little planet I speak of, the bullets were made of soft black stuff, which marked everything it touched. So, after a battle, all you had to do was to count how many soldiers on each side were 'killed'that means 'marked on the back,' for marks in front didn't count."
"Then you couldn't 'kill' any, unless they ran away?" I said.
"My scientific friend found out a better plan than that. He pointed out that, if only the bullets were sent the other way round the world, they would hit the enemy in the back. After that, the worst marksmen were considered the best soldiers; and the very worst of all always got First Prize."
"And how did you decide which was the very worst of all?"
"Easily. The best possible shooting is, you know, to hit what is exactly in front of you: so of course the worst possible is to hit what is exactly behind you."
