It was empty then, and its manhole was the foremost one in the alleyway.
On his passage back the hands in the alleyway swore at him for a fool.
At first he thought he had left the alleyway in the very moment of her sinking.
Suddenly, as they turned an alleyway, a volley from the Mexican garrison was fired.
Out in the alleyway, low yet clear, a whistle sounded—twice.