. . .
Benham caught Amanda's bridle so that she had to give her attention
to her steed.
"Ahead!" he said, "Ahead! Look, a village!"
(Why the devil didn't they bury the man? Why?
And that fool Giorgio and the others were pulling up and beginning
to chatter. After all she might look back.)
Through the trees now they could see houses. He quickened his pace
and jerked Amanda's horse forward. . . .
But the village was a still one. Not a dog barked.
Here was an incredible village without even a dog!
And then, then they saw some more people lying about. A woman lay
in a doorway. Near her was something muddy that might have been a
child, beyond were six men all spread out very neatly in a row with
their faces to the sky.
"Cheetah!" cried Amanda, with her voice going up. "They've been
killed. Some one has killed them."
Benham halted beside her and stared stupidly. "It's a band," he
said. "It's--propaganda. Greeks or Turks or Bulgarians."
"But their feet and hands are fastened! And-- . . . WHAT HAVE THEY
BEEN DOING TO THEM? .
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