Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第604/1399页)

klygotoutofhiscar,rantothewoodenfendalsojumpedover.ThefirstthinghesawwasthetendergreengrasssmearedwithbrightredbloodflowingfromJamaz’sseveralwounds.Hisoldfriendwasinabadshape.Hehadlostsomuchbloodthathismovementswereslowandclumsy,butEmmaillpressedolesslywithhissharplonggardenshearsandfinallystabbedhiminthechestwithamightthrust.Jamaztotteredbackafewstepsandlookeddownatthegapingwoundinhischestwherebloodurtingout.Hebckedoutaotheground.Emmanuelwasshockedandonlythendidherealizetheseriousnessofhisas,thathehadkilledhisgoodfriendJamaz.Richardrushedovertohisfallenpalwhowasshortofbreathandwhosethroatrumbledwithpainfulgroans.HekdouttinghisfaceclosetoJamazsaid,

    “Myoldfriend,up.Don’tyoudaredieonme!Pl