Quicklyhedrewhisknifefromhispocket,openeditonthebreastworkoftheparapet,andrippedopenthesleeve.Therewasasmallholewherethebullethadentered.Ontheothersidetherewasnohole.Thebullethadlodgedinthebone.Itmusthavefracturedit.Hebentthearmbelowthewound.thearmbentbackeasily.Hegroundhisteethtoovercomethepain. Thentakingouthisfielddressing,herippedopenthepacketwithhisknife.Hebroketheneckoftheiodinebottleandletthebitterfluiddripintothewound.Aparoxysmofpainsweptthroughhim.Heplacedthecottonwaddingoverthewoundandwrappedthedressingoverit.Hetiedtheendswithhisteeth. Thenhelaystillagainsttheparapet,and,closinghiseyes,hemadeaneffortofwilltoovercomethepain. Inthestreetbeneathallwasstill.Thearmoredcarhadretiredspeedilyoverthebridge,withthemachinegunner'sheadhanginglifelessovertheturret.Thewoman'scorpselaystillinthegutter. Thesniperlaystillforalongtimenursinghiswoundedarmandplanningescape.Morningmustnotfindhimwoundedontheroof.Theenemyontheoppositeroofcoverdhisescape.Hemustkillthatenemyandhecouldnotusehisrifle.Hehadonlyarevolvertodoit.Thenhethoughtofaplan. Takingoffhiscap,heplaceditoverthemuzzleofhisrifle.Thenhepushedtherifleslowlyupwardovertheparapet,untilthecapwasvisiblefromtheoppositesideofthestreet.Almostimmediatelytherewasareport,andabulletpiercedthecenterofthecap.Thesniperslantedtherifleforward.Thecapclippeddownintothestreet.Thencatchingtherifleinthemiddle,thesniperdroppedhislefthandovertheroofandletithang,lifelessly.Afterafewmomentshelettherifledroptothestreet.Thenhesanktotheroof,dragginghishandwithhim. Crawlingquicklytohisfeet,hepeeredupatthecorneroftheroof.Hisrusehadsucceeded.Theothersniper,seeingthecapandriflefall,thoughtthathehadkilledhisman.Hewasnowstandingbeforearowofchimneypots,lookingacross,withhisheadclearlysilhouettedagainstthewesternsky. TheRepublicansnipersmiledandliftedhisrevolverabovetheedgeoftheparapet.Thedistancewasaboutfiftyyards--ahardshotinthedimlight,andhisrightarmwaspaininghimlikeathousanddevils.Hetookasteadyaim.Hishandtrembledwitheagerness.Pressinghislipstogether,hetookadeepbreaththroughhisnostrilsandfired.Hewasalmostdeafenedwiththereportandhisarmshookwiththerecoil. Thenwhenthesmokecleared,hepeeredacrossandutteredacryofjoy.Hisenemyhadbeenhit.Hewasreelingovertheparapetinhisdeathagony.Hestruggledtokeephisfeet,buthewasslowlyfallingforwardasifinadream.Theriflefellfromhisgrasp,hittheparapet,fellover,boundedoffthepoleofabarber'sshopbeneathandthenclatteredonthepavement. Thenthedyingmanontheroofcrumpledupandfellforward.Thebodyturnedoverandoverinspaceandhitthegroundwithadullthud.Thenitlaystill. Thesniperlookedathisenemyfallingandheshuddered.Thelustofbattlediedinhim.Hebecamebittenbyremorse.Thesweatstoodoutinbeadsonhisforehead.Weakenedbyhiswoundandthelongsummerdayoffastingandwatchingontheroof,herevoltedfromthesightoftheshatteredmassofhisdeadenemy.Histeethchattered,hebegantogibbertohimself,cursingthewar,cursinghimself,cursingeverybody. Helookedatthesmokingrevolverinhishand,andwithanoathhehurledittotheroofathisfeet.Therevolverwentoffwithaconcussionandthebulletwhizzedpastthesniper'shead.Hewasfrightenedbacktohissensesbytheshock.Hisnervessteadied.Thecloudoffearscatteredfromhismindandhelaughed. Takingthewhiskeyflaskfromhispocket,heemptieditadrought.Hefeltrecklessundertheinfluenceofthespirit.Hedecidedtoleavetheroofnowandlookforhiscompanycommander,toreport.Everywherearoundwasquiet.Therewasnotmuchdangeringoingthroughthestreets.Hepickeduphisrevolverandputitinhispocket.Thenhecrawleddownthroughtheskylighttothehouseunderneath. Whenthesniperreachedthelanewayonthestreetlevel,hefeltasuddencuriosityastotheidentityoftheenemysniperwhomhehadkilled.Hedecidedthathewasagoodshot,whoeverhewas.Hewondereddidheknowhim.Perhapshehadbeeninhisowncompanybeforethesplitinthearmy.Hedecidedtoriskgoingovertohavealookathim.HepeeredaroundthecornerintoO'ConnellStreet.Intheupperpartofthestreettherewasheavyfiring,butaroundhereallwasquiet. Thesniperdartedacrossthestreet.Amachineguntoreupthegroundaroundhimwithahailofbullets,butheescaped.Hethrewhimselffacedownwardbesidethecorpse.Themachinegunstopped. Thenthesniperturnedoverthedeadbodyandlookedintohisbrother'sface.