It took all her strength to push the man over onto his back, but although his chest rose and fell, he was obviously unconscious. Blood welled dark and sluggish from the leg wound, but it didn’t seem likely to finish him off any time soon. She turned him over again so he wouldn’t choke, and glanced at Marus. Tempting though it might have been to let him die, she didn’t intend to make it so easy for him. He was bleeding too, but that could wait for a few minutes. Grabbing her rifle, she ran to the tower. She pounded up the steps while tearing her scarf loose with her free hand. At the observation deck, panting, she tied the scarf to the halyard and pulled down, raising the cloth to the top of the flagpole. In the town, that was a sign someone needed medical help urgently, so she hoped they’d react fast. Until then, she’d see to Marus and the man herself. But as she hurried down the steps again, a shout of “Novak!”
